The light.

Inside our circle of a dozen friends, the two of us constructed a triangular home.

A gloaming home with three corners of democracy, communism and Islam.

As it was always dark in our triangular home, it was incomprehensible to recognise another being without a sound or a touch.

We sat in distant corners of the home and argued with the rest from the outside ring in the darkness.

We both did fairness to our brains, leaning against two distinct corners of the same triangular home.

Love entered between our loneliness while sitting in two niches in the same home.
It grabbed us tightly and tugged us together

Love overcame tug from different corners.

One day in December, when it was snowing outside, we faced each other at dusk.

Love spilt over from my heart and got down on their forehead through my lips.

It got on in their brain and kindled the lust, and landed on my lips.
I was overwhelmed by a heavenly feeling that I had never undergone before.

Within instants, consciousness stepped in and took us apart.

Then I didn't hear that sound I had been hearing every day. I heard human sounds from my friend's circles outside of the triangular house, and I conversed with them while anchored in the darkness.

I fumbled for many moments in the twilight and didn't sense any human touch. I dwelled eleven years in that hut at different corners where the loneliness was amassed.

I occasionally saw a slight shadow on some full moon nights.

One day an angel came into my gloaming home with a hand lamp. 

I wondered by glancing at the three corners of the home by the bright light of that lamp, which I had only caught sight of in the dusk until then.

She woke me up with the beacon from that hand lamp.

That brightness exhibited me hope in a world of endless possibilities at the end of the dark tunnel I was stuck.

Like a child, I slowly learned to stand upright from the niche I was lying by asking her questions and listening to tales.

When I told the angel about the old inmate of the home, she took the phone from her wings and instructed me to call them.

Years later, I listened to that old sound again. But not from my home. It was from some village on another planet through the phone handed over by the angel. We still converse on the phone. The angel kept helping me with that.

In the beacon of that light from that lamp, I started to see everything that was invisible before. I began to pray to God that my angel would ever be in my triangular home.

Isn't they an angel?

"If God calls angel, I have to take off",

But she swore that even if she went, she would gift me that lamp and visit me periodically.

I will send the angel with pang but with a bunch of gratitude.

I have to go over the dark underpass by holding this hand lamp and make life a festival under the sunlight of the opposite shore.

🖊 Askar