Friday Fiction #2.

Apparently the forum is an open one, and we could write whatever we want.  So I write about what is closest to me.

The Soul, The Heart, The River!

I lie in my bed and stay awake, wondering about the culture that I grew up in and which I am unable to shrug. All around me I hear superficial and fake talk and wonder how people don’t mind not covering their falsehoods with apologies or the semblance of shame. I lie awake and wonder about the culture I live in now. I sometimes wonder a…bout my loneliness… not just being alone in a different world, but the real gnawing feeling of loneliness.

Did my culture teach me all the wrong things? I examine my soul. It doesn’t have a culture. It just sits there like a petulant child in a class room, full of talented and gifted kids. My soul has no nation, I think all souls have no nations, no color, and no race. My soul has no accent of Urdu or English or Mexican or French. But my soul is turbulent. It recognizes truth and falsehoods, and it distinguishes sorrow from joy. And in my heart when this turbulence occurs, my soul cannot find peace.

It’s like the river. It runs through me. Perhaps there is a river that runs through all of us regardless of where we come from, or where we are going. It is my soul, it is the river of my heart, and the desire of this aging heart.

All peoples of all nations, should open their hearts and listen to the whispers of their souls, and differentiate the right from wrong, and truth from politics!

Zakiah Sayeed. August 7th 2015.

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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8 Responses to Friday Fiction #2.

  1. slmret says:

    There is a profound loneliness that comes from the differences between cultures, especially when one is not with the family of childhood in the new culture. I do hope your trip home will refresh your soul and help to reconcile that loneliness for your home. Hugs!

  2. jstnotherday says:

    Lovingly written. Just lovely.

  3. theinfiniterally says:

    Echoing what I said elsewhere, I love your message of peace and wisdom here. You are telling it like it is, straight from the heart. This is art.

  4. ” I think all souls have no nations, no color, and no race.” You say, Zakiah and I add this soul is always the same since we are born and does not age nor die.like the water flowing in the river
    Love ❤
    Michel

  5. whyzat says:

    Unfortunately, some peoples’ souls are given over to religious zealotry and can’t be changed. They are dangerous souls.

  6. This brought tears to my eyes, SweetZ! Truth and emotions weaved into a beautiful tapestry of words!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

  7. sunsetdragon says:

    I think all souls accept and love all others and the differences are celebrated and held in high esteem. We can all paint this life path such a beautiful color of blendnign cultures and ideas.
    We all have something to give and to share to help life become better for humanity as a whole.
    Unfortunately not all ears hear the truth of the love and acceptance that would make us all dance in the sunlight of life.

  8. So lovely,my friend oh, so lovely.

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