As I was praying Al-Fjr (Dawn prayer), I heard some bullets penetrating the first threads of the sun, the thing which is normal.
However, these early bullets also inspired me to write a few lines, and here’s the outcome.
the silence of dawn
In midst of fall,
Summer pretends to be cold
Ashes wake the camps up from imposed sleep
hampered hope crush the waves of the sea
Much of it is seen as unfinished gray walls
Much of it is felt by unexplained love
Much of it is written on the margin of words
A city lives by the mercy of God
A mirror of an ailing world
A small home