The Grand Canyons

These narrow valleys on your palms
They tell Iliads
Historical stories that time didn't heed
A  metaphor for life, already wrinkled ,though young of age

Read these lines

A set of curved tunnels and discontinued paths
That's the progress from the inception of life,

Ending with your throe
A faded line moving steadily ,like a stream
Till it spills at the cliff of your hands
That's your parent's affection
A paved road with a beginning, and no end
That's the journey of learning
Two rides in parallel, that's fraternity
Two lives adjoining ,
That's the inevitability of finding your missing half

These little valleys
When you look at them, you could tell

Though you don't remember

That you clenched your fists so tightly as an unborn
On your mellow hopes that one day you would get out to see the light
Though you never knew anything beyond the dark of the womb

You never knew

That these trenches
They are going to be the battle scars that you wear with pride
Medals of honor for your heroic feat of survival
From day 1
How they trap the last drops of your ablution
When you slightly curl your hands in a prayer
Seeking God's mercy and absolution
How they absorb the rays when you raise your palms
To cover up from the sun
Then light up in the dark when you look ,stunned, at your trembling hands
Wondering whether you have it in you to dig through the ages
To flip through the pages of your fate
To plant your nails in the mien of hurdles
And slap despair in the face
Wondering whether it's true that What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger

These trenches
Are the answer

Yeah,

These trenches are burn marks

Engraving all the times you grabbed the wrong hand
And swore to climb up that mountain on your own after you have slipped
And they are a stamped certification

A tribute for all the times you carried a burden beyond your limits

All the times you fell to the ground, scratching your knees
Then laid the weight of your spirits on your lean arms
And hardened palms to left them up
All the times you protected your face when hurled at by destiny
All the times you wiped your tears on your own
All the times you pat on someone else's shivering shoulder
All the times you stood greeting the rainy storm
Extending your hands towards heaven
Collecting drops of forgiveness in the cracks of your palms

These Grand Canyons
They are Grand in their merit
They whisper in a tone that nobody else can hear
Incessantly,
Gently,
Tenderly,

"لقد خلقنا الإنسان في كبد"