On The Lofty Heights Of The Past Poem by Mystic Qalandar

On the lofty heights of the past—
when those whose eyes held only
a dim, unborn light
still lay hidden in their mother's womb,
she placed a tender hand on her belly
and whispered:
"Am I not your mother? "

Language had not yet formed,
but the souls replied—
without pause, without doubt:
"Yes, Mother, of course.
How could we ever forget? "

Then, to let them taste
the winds of time to come,
she sent them forth—
through deserts and oases,
into the boundless world.

Since then, they have been here—
in the restless waves of the sea,
like fish:
swimming, singing, dancing,
breathing in the water.
Born of water,
and water is the secret of their life.

But there were some
who preferred the dry land,
who dreamed of living upon the sand.
They turned from their mother's call—
and beckoned death.

From the heart of the desert
rose the scorching wind,
and it burned them away.
They scattered across the dunes—
as stones:
thirsting, wandering.

They forgot their mother—
and that covenant, that vow
made beneath the blue sky,
that they would never forget her.

Now they lie
upon the burning sand,
as their mother calls:
"Udnun minni! "
(Come close to me...)

But who listens now—
beneath the roar of sand and silence?

Those who strayed from the water—
to their ears,
her voice has dissolved
into the sea breeze.

And those lost among the grains of sand—
for them, there is only silence,
a silence that screams,
like the stifled nights of the desert.

Yet a mother's love never ends.
She still stands with open arms—
in every wave, in every drop,
remembering her children.

Sometimes a pebble,
sometimes a droplet,
repeats the question on her lips:
"Am I not your mother? "

And perhaps, in some distant desert,
when a thirsty traveler
is lost in a storm of sand,
their ears will echo
with their mother's voice—
faint, mysterious,
like the whisper of a lost river.

They close their eyes,
and for a moment,
they smell the fragrance of water.

Because a mother's promise lives forever—
whether we are water or sand,
whether we flow or scatter.