Xpressions

Minsan sa aking pag-iisa, naitanong ko sa aking sarili, "may oras ka pa ba para sa akin"? Siguro nga maraming nagbago, at marami ang maari pang magbago. Sa pagdating ng mga panahon, lumiliit ang ating mundo, upang mabigyan ng kaunting oras ang isang katulad ko. Siguro nga marami kang ginagawa, siguro nga kulang pa ang oras mo upang mabigyan mo ako ng kahit saglit. Sa pagsikat ng araw, hindi ko masabi kung isa ako sa mga naiisip mo. Minsan sa aking pag-iisa, walang ibang laman ng aking isipan kung hindi sana’y makasama ka. Siguro nga kahit na ipadama ko sa iyo na nalulungkot ako. Hindi ko masabi kung ito’y iyong nararamdaman rin o sadyang ganun na lang talaga. Siguro nga minsan nararamadan ko na nag-iisa nga talaga ako. Maari naman tayong magkasama nguni’t sadyang ganito talaga at kilangan kong lumayo. Minsan sa aking pag-iisa, nararamdaman ko na ako ay tunay na nag-iisa. Siguro nga, handa ko na lamang tiisin ang mga oras na magkalayo tayo. N

Travelling to the east of Arabian Peninsula, dusty and windy, the strong winds and blowing sands hasn’t passed yet. It’s been 2 days since Haider saw the clear sky. The heaven’s red horizon grudging the air, his breathing’s slow and his keffiyeh is almost covering his eyes and face to avoid any blown dust and sand. Even his camel could handle any harsh condition in the desert. He can feel the troubled heart, and anxiety, but they need to keep going to surpass the storm; 26km more to reach the last water well. The desert is changing, the landscapes are disappearing. The wind is blowing from different directions. He might lose track of the journey but he kept his instinct alive. Finally, when he decided to rest before nightfall, the storm began to calm. He found a small oasis and under a tree, he ate his oat and shared his last bottle of water with his camel and whispered; “I’m still on my right path”. Suddenly, he sighted a passing caravan but in his surprise, they stopped.