I See The Light (1st Place)

I See The Light

Zahra M.Khuzaima Zariwala 2BF

I sit among the wild.

The grass envelopes me.

My stare goes vacantly to the stars,

As dark approaches in glee.

 

Even among the silence,

My mind whirs with noise.

The quiet that surrounds me,

Gives my thoughts a voice.

 

“Have you ever thought?” She asks,

The strangeness of the mind.

The little space where I live,

 Where silence is left behind.

 

She starts to think of mankind,

The constant crossroads at hand,

How every choice has a consequence.

Whether it be good or bad.

 

She asks, “How strange is it?”

That one's choice is never theirs,

At every turn, some other voice

Meddles in their affairs. 

 

Some attractive side that is seen,

A previous wrong choice chosen,

A different opinion held by another,

Meddles in their affairs.

 

Now in this stressful world,

Full of choices to be made,

How does one find some peace?

If not only for a day?

 

She asks, remember being a child?

The blissful ignorance we had,

Our backs glued, to a guide,

Shielding us from all things sad.

 

She says to me, observe!

How a child is so at peace,

Always being led, as to what,

Their next step might be.

 

She says, observe again!

A person who is grown,

Stressed by the choices that must be made,

The feeling of peace long gone.

 

She makes me realize how I am different,

Among all people in fright,

Having someone, a guide to all

In the dark, he is the light.

 

The mere thought of this figure,

Hovering above my mind at all times.

Telling me the do’s and don'ts,

While I travel through the journey of life.

 

The only constant that lives,

In the heart of his believers,

Is the eternal love for him that thrives,

In the darkness of the deceivers.

 

This little thought makes me feel,

The rare instance of eternal peace.

This state of mind permanently instated,

In the buzzing mind, without cease.

 

She makes me realize who this is,

The only one befitting,

Mufaddal Maula, in his presence

True peace forever emitting.

 

Confusion leaving the mind, the sun rises once again.

My mind at peace, it’s thought running in my head.

And as I leave the wild, I begin to pray to Allah,

For the lengthy life, of our Dear, and beloved, Aqa Maula.