A world within a world. Darkness and Light. Burning with a fire of myriad stars, the sun- a refuge for our souls- Giving the deceitful mystical appearance of being angelic and beautiful while masking lifeless and cold, evil and jealous, selfish and unkind beings. This is the world--As we absorb the warmth of the glowing sun, we feel a false sense of comfort, of happiness. It conceals our true being, our filth. Tanning on rooftops, volleyball on beaches, popsicles and watermelon staining our t-shirts--all fulfilling our egocentric needs; offering solace and gratification - as we roll down bright green hills and run through cold waterparks on humid days, our life appears complete, without fear or stress. We think not of our wrongs and our evil ways. It is a selfish man's delight

--And as the light turns to dark, as the earth turns a dull grey, and as the air is overcome with a chill, our sorrows return--as pant cuffs become damp while running for shelter and umbrellas are dug out from under the seats, we are overcome by angst, depression and a dull ache resonates throughout our inner being. We fault the icy breeze and liquid silver drops yet it is the condition of our own soul that taunts us, of our own mind that knows and of our own heart that beats an indistinctly guarded beat. Our sorrows, pain and despondency are carried by these rains, and as it beats on rooftops and city streets and bounces of trees and thuds onto soil, our truth is brought upon us and we frantically seek the sun for verity of our character--to ascertain that the essence of our being is noble and true.  False.  We are neither.   As time fleets away, our need for the warmth increases, and we come to despise the endless rainfalls. With each passing day, our hopes, our dreams, are seemingly carried by the rays of the sun and washed away by the rains. Our foolish mind knows not the truth.

The light is in the rain and darkness is in the sun..and everything else is nothing...

Copyright Zahra Habib