I believe in uncertainty, my life to this point has been a river of change, sorrowful and catastrophic. Today I enter Pakistan, the close twin to Afghanistan, the country of my birth, now tinted with the red with communism, red with Russian blood, red with blood of friends, family,
Afghanistan- kabobs, kites, Hassan... lost in a sea of red,
I believe in a sea of uncertainty, I don't know what America will hold, I don't know what I will do with my poems, I don't know... How will we make a living Baba has lost every thing... His status, house, money, will I be able to enrich myself enough to pursue a writing career? We might however it is not guaranteed...
How can I anyone human know what is in the universe, was it created by Allah? The Clerics say so but my father said never to trust them, What do they know of life they live in a box filled with verse and ideology. And if I die today they can't assure me of if I will go to Heaven or Hell they can't, assure me if there is even a Heaven or a Hell... I believe in uncertainty.
Will I ever see Hassan again? I am uncertain, he lives in a foreign a country now one that is dead to me, how can I tell whether he will survive the monster that is war devouring everything in it's path. Will he be wounded , maimed, killed, or untouched, I don't know?
All I can be sure of in this life is that it will be uncertain, I can't be certain that I will see the next day, that I will find a wife, Hassan, God, I am uncertain...
Afghanistan- kabobs, kites, Hassan... lost in a sea of red,
I believe in a sea of uncertainty, I don't know what America will hold, I don't know what I will do with my poems, I don't know... How will we make a living Baba has lost every thing... His status, house, money, will I be able to enrich myself enough to pursue a writing career? We might however it is not guaranteed...
How can I anyone human know what is in the universe, was it created by Allah? The Clerics say so but my father said never to trust them, What do they know of life they live in a box filled with verse and ideology. And if I die today they can't assure me of if I will go to Heaven or Hell they can't, assure me if there is even a Heaven or a Hell... I believe in uncertainty.
Will I ever see Hassan again? I am uncertain, he lives in a foreign a country now one that is dead to me, how can I tell whether he will survive the monster that is war devouring everything in it's path. Will he be wounded , maimed, killed, or untouched, I don't know?
All I can be sure of in this life is that it will be uncertain, I can't be certain that I will see the next day, that I will find a wife, Hassan, God, I am uncertain...