Biography of an Odd-Soul


12130_626417367431715_659060371_n
* * *

A silent child I was

Hardly ever spoken

This girl is abnormally quiet, they whispered

She must be deaf or dumb

* * *

20434_1128251065941_376628_n
* * *

In a world of my own

Mind running amok

Curious feral child

Up a fig tree, pomegranate or mulberry

Dreaming endlessly

Tantalized by a world of wonder

Bursting with questions

Dying for answers

How did it all begin?

Where is it heading?

And why?
* * *
birds-flying-uep-laoang-northern-samar
* * *

How many stars are there?

How come they don’t fall?

Why are shimmering?

Where do they go daytime?

What are sun and moon, doing up there?

What would we find at the edge of universe?

* * *
10917398_10152455201730666_6608663643271239202_n
* * *

Who I really am?

How come I can think?

Who is that talking inside my head,

When my my lips are utterly sealed?

What am I doing here?

Where did I come from?

And most intriguing, why?

* * *
994296_607191465965399_1865253479_n

* * *

Looking at ants, wow, I am gigantic!

From afar, the minaret is smaller than my little finger

Up a mountain, flabbergasted, O my O my

I am so tiny, the sky is so high
* * *
8938_717761558313107_6141412110307087156_n
* * *

Untamed child, with a stolen heart

Captured by a net, weaved of stars

A sky-gazer, fascinated by all

Everything flying leaf, every passing breeze
Every living being, big or small
* * *
1457635_580384755368310_1846679060_n
* * *

My dad called me Elm, (knowledge in Arabic)

What do you want to be when you grow up

He asked one day

“A Philo-phoser”, certain, I replied

 * * *

988270_357150954415185_567699314_n-copy
* * *

At school, I would turn red-jam-jelly

When spoken to, or asked a question

Hence the nickname, Nena Red cheeks
* * *

11659385_396907790497630_490276378264547807_n-copy
* * *

My friends would hang around a bit, then would move on

They want to chat, play and run

I want to sit still, let my mind meander, up above the clouds

Why sky is blue? what are these fluffs scattered below?

If I stretch my hands that far, would I find out what they really are?

A silent child I was, an odd-soul

To play with, apparently was not much fun
* * *

196920_559413304086902_1527989376_n
* * *

Teenage years didn’t change much

My friends would be chattering and giggling away

When I draw near their chats would turn to whispers

To this very day, I have no idea what was going on

I knew they mentioned boys, but for heavens sake

Why was it so funny? what were the giggles all about?

A silent child I was, an odd-soul

To include in conversations, apparently wasn’t cool
* * *
10626596_10204784245105406_8831684616017098389_n

* * *

Bothered, I was most certainly not

In fact I was relieved

Too fascinated in my world of wonder

Vast and ever expanding

With this awesomeness, who would want some silly jokes anyway

A silent child I was, an odd-soul

A dreamer living a dream

Eden hues, supreme

* * *
10620641_10204296129916273_5580231061530342487_n

3 Responses

  1. Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

    Like

  2. Reblogged this on daninstockholm and commented:
    Beautiful work. Words of peace from Palestine.

    Like

  3. Life is an endless series of unanswered questions. Reblogged here:

    https://richardedmondson.net/2016/12/26/biography-of-an-odd-soul/

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

James Perloff

formerly refugebooks.com

zaidpub

A Muslim's View

billziegler1947

ziegler.bill@gmail.com

| truthaholics

Exposing Truth Behind Media Spin

No Time to Think

The words, poems, stories and thoughts of award winning writer and journalist, Nic Outterside

Plato's Guns

M i d e a s t Newsstand

Palestine Momentum

Writers For Palestine

Poetry for Palestine

Palestine, Poetry, Truth-Seeking,

WikiPeeks Blog

Truth is just around the corner

مدونة عزت غيث

قوانين، مذكرات، مقالات المحامي عزت غيث مكتب المحامي عزت نصر غيث : عمان - جبل الحسين - دوار فراس - عمارة قدورة تلفون 0797900678 - 0788850180

themharaintifada

Just another WordPress.com site

Strings of Soulfulness

The strings of my life’s soulfulness in the beauty of eternity.

مدوّنة مريم

“Each generation must discover its mission, fulfill it or betray it, in relative opacity.”

YA BAKİ ENTEL BAKİ

"İlahi Ente Maksudi ve Rızake Matlubi"

The question of Palestine

Palestine is still the question

gabrielarad06

This WordPress.com site is an experiment

لماذا غزة؟ Why Gaza?

An American searching for answers in the Middle East

Fig Trees and Vineyards

A blog by Richard Edmondson

Rehmat's World

"There is no compulsion in religion," - Holy Qur'an

hussienclimateleaders

The Climate Crises

PALESTINE FROM MY EYES

Generating a fearless and humanising narrative on Palestine!

American Everyman

"The Future is not inherited, it is Achieved" JFK

Uprootedpalestinians's Blog

Palestinians are at the heart of the conflict in the M.E Palestinians uprooted by force of arms.. Yet faced immense difficulties have survived, kept alive their history and culture, passed keys of family homes in occupied Palestine from one generation to the next.

The Ugly Truth

Intelligent 'anti-Semitism' for thinking Gentiles

My Palestine

The Scribbling of an ordinary Palestinian from occupied Palestine

Eye On Palestine

By the Palestinian Photographer Ahmad Mesleh

The Passionate Attachment

America's entanglement with Israel

Occupied Palestine | فلسطين

Blogging 4 Human Rights & Liberation of Palestine! فلسطين

Mystery Worshiper's Blog

The Prince of Peace does not "take out" (assassinate) world leaders.

The Slog.

An antidote to ideology

Aletho News

ΑΛΗΘΩΣ

John's Consciousness

Exploring our "Inner Evolution"

Sami, The Bedouin.

Writing from and for Palestine

Maidhc Ó Cathail

Writing and Analysis

%d bloggers like this: