The wind came, and oh what a wind, lifting her hair from her neck and whispering wondrously marvelous things in her ears. Promises so grand even the wind could not keep them on its best day, and today no, today was not its best day. Silent to its entreaties she stayed on the balcony surveying the dankness of the streets beneath her. Gilded cages rotten beneath the pavement made only to crumble if she dared to step outside the walls. Silent she stayed until the wind moved on discouraged by her obstinacy.
No! she cried without sound gripping the railing with nerveless fingers. No, don’t leave!
And it returned obediently to brush across her skin again, holding out promises like peace offerings. Only its caress could ease her hidden heartache of years and years. Opening herself fully to the gusts the wind blew right through her bearing her pain away into the sky. Perfectly empty with nothingness she began to laugh at the wonder seeking out the clouds to find what happiness they carried in their bellies.
And finally smiling she did as the breeze bid her, setting her feet to the road outside the walls, one after the other in a straight line following its direction. Certain that at the end she’d find the paradise sought through the thousand heartaches before.
(c) Molly Elian 2008
About Me
- Molly
- I'm somewhere in my 20's, newly married to an Egyptian and learning to navigate the tricky corridor of meshing myself and my life completely into someone else and their life; although it helps immensely that he is the awesomest human being that I ever got a chance to call my own. I'm kind of obsessed with Islam, not in a stuff it down other people's throats way, but in a fuzzy-it-makes-me-happy sort of way, I go a bit nutty for palm trees, and I'm really just trying to figure out how this whole grown up life thing goes. And all in hijab.
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