Written by: Dr. Ahmed Al-Qaisi
Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
There, where the hands of time come to a halt, and storms fall asleep in the arms of the night, a girl lies upon a cloud as soft as a dream.
Bathed in the blue light of the moon, her soul is filled with a stillness that resembles nothing but a first longing.
Her eyes are closed, as if fleeing from the noise of the earth to the whispers of the sky.
There is nothing around her but a sleeping sea reflecting the light of stars, and a sky that embraces her as if she were a secret of pure beauty.
Every wave in the sea tells a story, and every star in the sky sends out a wish…
But she is the only one whose wish came true — she ascended to the cloud and fell asleep.
As if the cloud were a pillow of mercy, the sky a cradle of peace, and the moon a gentle eye watching over her with tenderness.
There, no sorrows exist, no noise, no heavy burdens to tire the heart.
Only silence… light… and dream.
Perhaps we are all searching for that cloud —
A place where we can sleep far away from all that hurts, fall asleep without fear, and wake to the sound of love.
Will the sky ever call us one day, and grant us its cloud so we may rest from the burdens of life?
In a corner of this vast universe, where the sea embraces the sky, and the moon spills its blue light over the waves, she was there — a little girl sleeping on a cloud.
Not just any cloud, but one woven from wishes, filled by kind souls with a softness like the breath of night.
She lay in her white dress like a summer breeze upon a pillow of light, her hair flowing like strands of night cascading gently over a dream.
The moon, in its beautiful solitude, watched over her from afar, telling her ancient tales whispered by the stars, reflecting in its eyes the light of another world — a world without noise, without fear.
As for the sea, it calmed its waves in reverence for this sacred dream, humming with eternal softness a hymn of stillness,
A melody for a celestial prayer, a spellbinding lullaby.
She slept there, my little one, and dreamed, sinking into a slumber from which only the call of a loving heart — or a more beautiful dream from beyond the borders of the sky — could awaken her.
Sleep, my little one, sleep… and dream.
