For Aafke, and Horse Lovers All
Swaying, rhythmic roll
Heaven in green, brown and blue
A toss and a snort
Sitting in the Grand Mosque at Mecca one mild spring morning, I listened to the omnipresent birds as they flitted above and around the Kaaba, singing their birdsong. Only birds talk in the Haram. Humans pray, meditate, and bask in the beauty of Allah’s creation, giving thanks for their seat at the point on Earth above which Heaven seems nearest. I wrote this haiku:
Swallows skim and swoop
Skid, slide, squeak and tumble down
A ladder of notes
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by SUSIE of ARABIA
By Students of Arabic, For Students of Arabic
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