A Quest For Fame Poem by Houda Boukassoula

Once upon a time
A pretty girl left home
To take part in a game
She thought will proudly lead
To easy wealth and fame.

All she thought will change
Was the way she dressed
The way she walked
And the way she talked
Never thinking it would change
The way she thought
Or the way she felt.

Ignoring her siblings
When they passed by
Unwilling to see her father
When he was about to die

Trying eagerly to change her world
She stabbed her past with a sword
She was so proud
To the summit
She was bound

There she knew the shame
In front of her mirror
She lost her face
With a distorted identity
She lost her dignity.

Knowing no shelter
From the shame
But under that dome
She once called home.

She went back there
And saw a pool
Her mother dug
Around her home
crying like a fool
Not caring about
Losing her sight
Her tears filled the pool.

When the daughter got nearer
The blind mother called her:
Soul of my soul

Though blind I felt your existence
To come back to your native place
Swim in my pool and wash your sadness
That's how you'll regain your fragrance.

Houda Boukassoula