A moment of Perfection

A moment of perfection A storm is raging outside. I’m wrapped in 2 blankets and covered up to my head with a warm sweatshirt’s hood. Suddenly, power is cut off. It’s too dark, not even a faint light coming from the street lamps outside, too silent, not even a buzz of a fridge. The only sound came from the storm that raged on.

 I grabbed a book, a collection of Ahmad Matar’s poems, and the reading light that I clipped to the book. And there I was, utter tranquility with a spot of light in the pitch black darkness, with the hard blowing wind as a sound track in the background…

…That was, in a way, a moment of clarity


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