It was a journey,
a mysterious journey,
started with a word,
ended with a word,
but there were endless tales
of lives joined by destiny
pursuing amazing adventures
encrypted in the embroidery of the divine land.
They were butterflies in a secret garden
Rosewater sweeping under their feet
And waterfalls cleansing their souls
Domes of mosques opening their doors
To all the colorful jewels of the glorious Spring.
for the travellers to shine
sighed then cried the rain
more roses to grow
more mountains to climb
and more stories to tell.
Written by Najat Alshafie
Photo and painting by Najat Alshafie