Sunday, 24 November 2013

For my Forefather

I am a dust particle
the one that floats aimlessly.....
maybe guided
maybe oblivious

I am one of numerous
of your sons and daughters
one unworthy of your attention
yet one who seeks it

I am of you,
of your lineage,
a bit of the remaining dust...
dusted away by the Sculptor's hand
Floating away aimlessly...

maybe guided,

Oblivious.

(A monologue with Imam Ridha (a.s), from 'Monologues with my Forefathers - by Ambereena Razvi)

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