Selam

:i like to say all colors shine in their own shade:
and today i experienced one beautiful color

from the soothing voice of an elder
i heard eloquence beyond measure
reciting the cherished words of hundreds of years
the fresh sounds flowed more than any poetry i know
intertwining itself with an ancient language that has always been there
it was refreshing and powerful to say the least
as the resting body was lowered inch by inch into the earth
the words soothed away the sorrow that He is no longer with us
but now on to His final home
tears raining down speaking louder than any actions of words
tears roaring nothing but truth

a foundation was reunited once again
although the circumstance unfortunate, in a way
i forgot how much i love these people, my people
my roots my upbringing
the very core to myself and who i am today
although i have grown and am not ashamed of who i am whats important is that
they still are still there
going on strengthening one another
producing beauty and peace in each other and this world

to end the night i heard the powerful words of a Shiekh from Irvine
words that will resonate through my lifetime indeed
the poetry of the Quran was flowing unnaturally
and all i could do was think of the beauty of the language used
immeasurable by human standards
but more importantly than the expression was the lesson learned
simply moving and reassuring once again all those around
relieving sorrows for all those around
and as i left it was truly a happy night
i am grateful to have experienced this day

as unique and magnificent of a day this truly was
it hurts me to think my place in this world is still reaffirmed
i wish i am wrong i wish i am wrong i wish i am wrong i wish i am wrong
not for my sake
but for those that sacrifice so much of their lives to their faith
from the who to, what to, where, when, and how to...
to the w/w/w/w/h-not to...
i just wish i am wrong

i like to say that all colors shine in their own shade...

i think im somewhere wrhite in the middle

rest in peace Amo Atassi