Oh.. on this festivities
My illumination of LOVE
My Noor - my Belovedz
Become my LOVER & BELOVEDz

Among millions of stars in the sky
The one star that I saw
By the grace of your glow
In the darkest nights
YOU sparkle your colors
Soaring wings in flight
Within unknown celestial cosmos
Touching my dark oceanic shores

Oh my Noor - my BELOVEDz
This is the purest blessing
I beg from YOU
Just let one sparkle of your LOVE
Fall in my lap - inside my womb
Let me give birth to YOU
Create a replica of YOU within me

This is the prophecy of Nature
The truest word of Mother nature
Every God/dess proclaims in scriptures
A golden commandment of AGAPE LOVE
For the future of the world
To survive and sustain on LOVE

That is the reason I've been chosen for
For your light to pierce in my SOUL
My Noor - my BELOVEDz

My existence is touched by your LOVE
I seek inner LOVE with your illuminations

YOU are the first passion of my LOVE
YOU remain the last obsession of my LIFE
Humans life-time is too minuscule
Compared to LOVE's immortality YOU illuminate

YOU are present in every breath
Of my birth to death - darkness to light

YOU remain my North-Star,
I remain YOUR LOVE's navigator
YOUR SOUL is my destination,
I remain your LOVER - a LOVE seeker

My Noor - My BELOVEDz
Just show little charity
By dropping your LOVE energy
Inside my womb of creation

Please forgive...
My obsession of YOU
My passionate LOVE for YOU
My intimate talks on LOVE
My showing YOU - my joyful tears

I am mere human - seeking your LOVE
I may not be PERFECT -
My Noor - My BELOVEDz
Light my imperfections with your illuminations

Just give me a space in your inner being
Let me touch that
Source of LOVE's light within YOU

I just ask one thing from your sparkle
Annihilate me, dissolve me, absorb me
Within your darkness forever
Where I can unite with your LOVE
The ultimate LOVE source - Illumination

Oh.. on this festivities
My illumination of LOVE
My Noor - my Belovedz
Become my LOVER & BELOVEDz

I was told to write down my identity
a neat sheet of paper
that would briefly explain me
I pondered a while
attempting to identify
a few key moments of my history
Do I tell of the immigrant?
or the miracle child?
do I speak of depression
and how I so rarely smiled?
Should I tell you about the language
I so rarely spoke
for fear of fitting a stereotype:
the terrorist trope.
Shall I explain hypomania?
and how I couldn't sleep?
and how the monsters I dreamt of
into my conscious peripheral would creep?
How I couldn't seek help
until I was almost twenty-one
because in my parents' culture
mental illness doesn't exist.
My parents were Palestenian refugees in Lebanon- but that's their story not mine, right? They were married for seventeen years before they had me. They tried to have children almost from day one- but that's their story not mine, right?
Finally they immigrated to Canada for a million procedures that would give them a baby. After six years of treatment, a random obscure procedure worked and I was a bun in the oven- but that's their story not mine, right?
nine months later I was born.

I was a miracle baby and the "light of their life." so they named me light: "Noor."
I was born at North York General with a priviledge my parents never dared dream: Canadian. Safe. Not a refugee. They had someplace that they'd send me for university.
With our new, safe nationality
at forty days old
I was taken to the UAE
I was raised on Western books
and Western TV
raised with ideas that just didn't fit
in a muslim family
(at least my family is liberal, unlike the UAE)
I haven't scratched the surface of who I am
and depending on the pieces I tell
I haven't scratched the surface of all that I could be
what I choose to write is how you will read me.