Faika Al Hassan
A ray of light, a beam of light, an illusion…
We are many, in a variety of colors and sizes, we are unique in our taste as we circle within this and around this ray of light, where her warmth shelters us, and at times transforms into our lighthouses…
We are many, and so are the circles of light that brings us together, at times they are light and sometimes morph into caring wombs, a mother’s womb is those colorful circles where you find the shades of blue resonating from a demure shade of pink, with the warmest shades of green the color of the trees and that hue of the Earth which in reality is us…
We are many… one, two, three, and much more; they are people, who are these people with dreams that reach the farthest horizons? Maybe they’re searching? Which is a possibility? But they are definitely rays of light, that light up the darkness transforming it to a warm tint of gold, even the dullness of the yellows and browns are brightened like a bright sun on a gloomy winter’s day…
We are many, we are them, and we are people, human beings, cities, moons, and suns…
We are many, walking with no direction despite being ourselves a destination; every city is our city on this planet, which is in itself a womb that cradles us within its heart…
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