Poems

This is the colour I carry with me,
As though my natural colours feel muted,
Those moments don’t fade or disappear,
As though the gray in me remains deeply rooted.

Moments stretch to encompass each memory,
Like darkening clouds, heavy and low,
This story of gray constantly sharpens my spirit,
And yet marking my soul, with a subtle glow.

This hue; it’s the journey in multiple shades,
Resilience shields the gray of pain,
I search for colour, for hope and for joy,
For those clouds to sigh, to release their rain.

How does one embrace this deafening gray,
While it paints loss not once, but many times?
How does one find beauty in its tone,
When colour is all that its guardian pines?

Rumina Hashmani
October 11, 2024

I sat in view of the mountains,
In awe of its towering reign,
I shared with it my journey,
And it echoed in my pain.

Each breath I took felt weighted,
An urge to release my tears,
I stared up to their Maker,
And shared with Him my fears.

Then the winds whispered so clearly,
Of His promise and His Grace,
Reminding me I’m not alone,
He’s with me in every place.

And so I walked back feeling peace,
Humbled by all that I saw around,
The beauty of His Creation,
Embracing the strength I found.

Rumina Hashmani
Sept 19, 2024 – Banff

Abbas’ Eulogy Breaks Me,
Shakes Me,
It Shatters my Soul,
But it Awakens me!

My emotions stir, my tears flow,
Oh Abbas accept what little we know!

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