In your Soul before your Heart …

She woke up in the morning and she imagined that she is leaving her heart on the floor, its place is empty in her chest and she is walking away … away from herself, get lost into the shining truth breathless, powerless and non-believer …

She was walking on the remains of her life and she can hear the sound of the crash under her foot …

There was no bleeding from this gab in her body, but it was like a window to watch her thrown heart … every once in a while, she was recognizing it like there's some connection between them, but she was also denying…" I don’t want it "…

He's still beating, still alive … why are you still fighting? … Why do you want to be stick in this muddy life? … She was thinking with her crying eyes … someday you'll explode from homeless feelings and people will walk on your alive pieces with an evil smile on their faces …

She was screaming: "die … stop beating for love … love died so long ago … why do you still believe?"

Cause God made me from his soul. And his soul is light of love … when you look at the sky, you find the sun is disappearing behind the clouds and the rain is falling down for a small thirsty rose growing in the middle of the desert then, rise again to give it warmness and hope … when you see an innocent smile on a kid's tiny lips despite the distraction around … when you hear the singing of two old "man and woman" out loud with a radio …
When the truth and the word of right are still being said … are you still asking about love?

She wasn’t asking about love … she was a love seeker … she was looking for the safest place to hide … as he read her mind:
"You are just in the wrong place and wrong time…"
"Am I always in the wrong place and time? When will I be in the right ones?"
"When you believe in God, because he's in your soul before your heart…"


Nour Badr
24/03/2009
Tuesday – in college