Syeda Ieman Ali Shah
Standing at the sour waiting for the hour. When we can smile with our hearts and laugh every hour.
When we experience love and kindness for ourselves on every step we walk.
When nothing bothers us like a bad nightmare or a horrible war.
When we don’t pretend who we actually are.
When we inhale peace and exhale chaos.
When we feel ourselves instead of focusing on who the people are. When we call a home a home and family a dome.
When we endure the world, including Rome.
When we find a place like home.