Once
Bashir Bekka
flower in the world and he married her,
and she married him.
Once a drop of liquid light from the heavens rolled off the edge
of a cloud and fell on the eyes of a
man, now blessed.
Once the wind flew round the earth and in its gust caught
a dune of sand now moving.
And from this dance of wind and sand
there rose by chance a grain of sand
And as is known,
for those who have heard
a grain of sand in the wind is a poem-
The story of my parents