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Priceless Grant
The moment I woke up
Tiredness granted me Good morning
With all the strength I had
I prayed what I could
Collapsed into bed
Agonized with fever
And throbbing stomach aches
I lied in my bed
Shaking..
From the cold
Wrapping myself with rugs of clothes
Constantly feeling the urge to throw up
Nausea covered me, surrounded me
And I waited
It was Ramadan
Food or water I was not allowed to have
A pill of drug or medicine I starved
But I waited
Three hours were ahead
I had no intention of wasting my fasting
I wondered here and there
The painstaking headache pursued me
And buried me in ache
The trash can beside me awaits
The upcoming throw up
That didn’t arrive
In pain I lied
The smell of food protruding from the kitchen
Smothered me
Causing my stomach to hurt and hunger even more
To my laptop I went
Motionless and lifeless as ever
I sat there waiting for the call
Waiting for the call of the mosque
Granting me the allowance to eat
And so it did
I stood up, shaking in my clothes
To the kitchen I headed
Like a lousy drunk I looked
To the food, to the water
I took my pills
I drank my juice
No feelings of hunger conquered me
I lost my appetite
I left the table
Dizzy and sore
I fell to the couch
Like a mummy indoor
The feelings, the headache, the soreness
Continued still
I said thank God for my health
Lying there, as my family watched
The shows ahead
Not a moment in this life
I will remember less
Because at last
I realized the price of health
What I lost
I remembered still
And God
The merciful granted me
What he took from me
Because of a reason
I lacked knowing yet
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