Ruqayya—Adhama

Sitting on the italian drugget carpet with a crossed leg, the moment my fingers touched the keyboard, words starts to congest my brain, overflowing with full force 'one at a time' i mentally yelled but it didn't budge, I had to take few gulps from the tumbler idling waiting beside me, which eventually turned into huge gulps, the cup didn't drop until i was sure the tumbler was empty. And like a spell work, words started swaying my brain cells, but this time around synchronizing each other, i guess it needed the lemonade to recollect itself.



My eyes glimmer as i watched the sleek screen before me, favourite music notes playing in the air, the birds swaying from one tree to the other, departing to their various homes, as much as i enjoy their pure and true melody, there was nothing more peaceful than the beautiful recitation of shuraim from my listening device.   As my tender fingets did it magic on the keyboard, i moved to a different planet entirely, that which the location is only known to me, using my hand to push the imaginary hair off my face as i pushed the scarf back to cover my half opened hair, lost in my world. 





Then, this moment of writing in words makes my mindset the clearest, world the gentiliest and emotions the deepest.        



😎This is literally me in the making