What do you think?

It was a normal afternoon

And I was scrolling down Facebook

Statuses coiled up with rants

Started popping up

You know, the same old

Then there was one with a ‘sister’

Kneeling down, feeding a dirty old man

With a sign that said ‘ homeless, need food.’

You know, the same old

Signs you see, scrolling down Hasting

But, the picture itself was

Kind off

I mean, technically speaking

I was supposed to see

The woman with large “ S-sign’

While, I awed ‘ a wonderful women’

Don’t get me wrong, I think it was nice

But, Why?

Why was this in a social media sight?

Did she request it?

It was like when I see those

African missionary work

“ Amazing grace , how sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost but now am found “

Is pounded into our eardrums

And the face of my long lost cousins

Appears, cover, coded with

The soft dust of the Mogdishu

But, the smiles of thousand

Of the children of Jammah

Playing Dumnad

Is like an unheard moment

Never captured in history

So, I continued to ask myself why

Why do we find a must to throw 25 cents

But are unable to give a simple hello

Why are we able to talk about ‘ revolutionizing’

But are unable to stop the judgments

That have released bombs

In our word

Since, the falling of Adam and Eve

Destroying the last seed of humanity

The dust of whys

Began polluting my brain

And I was in need of

Eco-friendly environment

Of answers

And God heard my cry

And send John

A nice old man

With a smile

That made the sun shine

And he simply looked at me

And said’ what do you think?”

At first I thought, huh

What do you think?

Of what?

So, I went on a tangent

And said

I think the sky looks better with that pinkish color

I think the heart is really an oval shape

I think wars were really fought with light-beams

I think the wind dancing forms the best beat

I think…

And before I was going to complete that answer

He looked at me

And said no

And his deep blue eyes

Glared right into me

And he said ‘ what do you think of love ?’

That was the moment, I found my answer

‘ I think, we don’t know what love is”

Hannah Ali

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