Since the day I was born, I’ve been walking the darb al-zol — a path of loss,

where we never know what’s coming our way, 

nor what we ourselves might turn into as we walk,

nor what our homeland might become beneath our feet.

We keep walking,

walking until the land began to shrink.

I found a recording of a Sheikh who wakes up in the morning,

turns on the recorder, and says—perhaps quoting a book he read or a comment he came across: 

“If the morals of people no longer expand,

even the vastest lands grow too small for them.”

 

How do we expand our morals on a land that exists only in our imagination?