I versed this into a poem with the rhythm of Suratul Nas// as I winked & recite the same surah all over for the thirtieth time & these lines were damn piercing!
I couldn’t hold the plethora of excitement in me.
She knows it all
I assumed him to be her// the deep lines are much deeper to be composed by a man, or how’d a man with gross emotion stiffened his heart & mend words into lines?
I kicked the thoughts off mind & traveled back to how day breaks her jaw after the call to prayer of Subh & how night buries her soul after or before Maghrib// would the sky be in place if not placed on the order of a woman?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ahmed Aisha is a young Nigerian writer, a lady who has the vision of impacting young lives with her ways of writing.