WHEN I GO I WILL TAKE BANI NAIM IN MY HEART

Going back in time to our teenage years is my pass time whenever I ran out of things to do.  To relive the moments of these wonder years is really soothing to our sorrow. Somehow we cannot delete these memories regardless of how hard we tried. Occasionally I found it very hard to stop going back in time to moments that shaped our lives and made us who we are.  Lobotomy ran into my mind as a drastic procedure to disconnect myself from the past.  Grasping few moments and clinch to them until we expire is a heavy load on the soul.  Watching a little orphan girl in a Syrian refugee camp is so painful especially when the authority refused to release her to a distant relative. This incident brought aching memories to events I experienced in my teenage years.  Love and death are two things we human race experience them.  But when the one you love deceases before you close the cycle is horrendous and unbearable to the point we continue to dream about her.  A few nights ago images appeared to me in one of my quite realistic dreams.  The next morning I wrote the following lines.

Before you ascend to heaven so high
I beg to leave an article belong to you
To smell and touch wherever I go
To remember the happy days I spent with you
To sooth my sorrow for failing to return
In a dark foggy night in December
I promise forever to remember
I will never forgive you so shy
Refusing to kiss me goodbye
Shimmering in the sun so bright
Your eyes flashing blue light
I promise when I depart
To take Bani Naim in my heart

Omar Manasreh
07 August 2012