The Longing

BY NIMAH NAWWAB

Freedom.

How her spirit

Haunts,

Hooks,

Entices us all!

 

Freedom,

Will the time come

For my ideas to roam

Across this vast land’s deserts,

Through the caverns of the Empty Quarter?

 

For my voice to be sent forth, C

rying out in the stillness of a quiet people,

A voice among the voiceless?

 

For my thoughts, that hurl around

In a never-ending spiral,

To settle

Mature, grow and flourish

In a barren wasteland of shackled minds?

 

Will my spirit be set free—

To soar above the undulating palm fronds?

Will my essence and heart be unfettered,

Forever

Freed,

Of man-made Thou Shall Nots?

 

 

Saudi Arabia, 1966-