Abdullah I. Shawaf emailed me recently to be added to A Cornered Gurl. I had read a few pieces of his via Medium and enjoyed each of them. To receive that email, struck a chord in me, one that was happy to be awakened. His first contribution to ACG is a heartfelt piece personifying love and how love would react if we as humans asked it how it truly felt about its role in life–about its role as something we chase, yet handle so carelessly at times. I was happy to receive this piece in the ACG queue, review it, edit only a few areas, and get it published. I am honored to share this poetry-prose piece and Abdullah I. Shawaf with each of you.
When We Asked Love, Who Are You and Where Do You Exist?
As he was eager to be asked, he told us about the place where everything seems darkened and hopeless.
The greatest combat in history happened between love and hatred in a neutral heart — when both of the armies held a sign: “A winner takes what he puts his hands on, and the loser loses his right to vote.”
There we asked Love, one of the survivors, who are you?
And as he was eager to be asked, he answered:
I’m a flower shining in the dark, trying to forget that flowers need light to survive.
I’m a leashed power that stayed on the war line for a complete life, willing to change but not having the green light.
I am the survivor of the cold war, where survivors tell the story before they are gone.
Where soldiers’ powers are made of life events, and their colors are either darkened or blank.
Where the two sides fighting who will be the part who takes over and drives.
And from there, the events were to decide whether the heart leans to the good or the bad side.
Then I realized that no one controls his life, as his events shaped his mind.
No one was born violent, but what changed him is his environment.
I’m convinced the first call to racism was a joke that made everyone laugh, but the victim, he cried and got more soldiers on the hatred side.
He was upset by how people throw their words like daggers, and they don’t care about how much it hurts. And soon, racism was no longer a joke; it became a thought.
But one thing is sure; no one completely changes.
No matter how much hatred is there, there will be love somewhere.
You will find love in the strangest places where you never expected, it exists there.
It’s hidden, deep and covered under the ashes, waiting for the chance to be unleashed.
And soon it will be.