designed by Gitta Pardoel
That who I was, is not you?
What glazed your eyes with sadness, and peppered your face with ash?
Oh "Ali Rashid", I wish I could go back a handful of years prior to
Replacing ages with what I had been.
But I have to mend the scene, cropping my own sins which swap Doubt with faith.
To prevent the war from chewing my years again,or the foreignness that fashions me with its grim, alienated Dress—eating up what ‘s left of time.