It’s head looms bigger than mine over me, threatening almost, to swallow me?
And it’s shoulders are somewhat distorted
They stand at odd corners and…no, no, they really don’t do justice to the body.
The arms, well they’re sort of hanging,
Large and looming, like they’re going to grab me.
But nonetheless, they are surely stronger than mine…at least that is how they look.
The hands are a tad bigger
Perhaps more so than the shoulders, or is that just beyond common sense?
No, they appear almost the same…I’m sure.
The body isn’t that much larger, though its position almost makes it appear…
Well, bigger? More robust? Powerful?
Umm…I think it’s just a lot more full…eager to feel it’s worth.
Comparatively I suppose, I suppose I’m much smaller.
Height, life, worth…but then I wonder
Why does it not have features, like mine…what of its eyes, ears and mouth?
Does it have any sense?
Taste, smell, touch, sight or sound?
And as I move, I see, suddenly…
like a rock bounded back to earth, a comet through the universe
I feel, with certainty,
My shadow has no worth
Just as little as my ego
Because I am a perfect creation of my Lord (swt)
and my ego only a creation of my insignificant self.
© Quratul Ayn 2008-04-08
