When you count the words
The words you utter in a day
How many of them are double
How many of them are triple
How many of them are quadruple
How many of them are
Slowly lifting your tongue
Moving your lips
Scraping your throat
Leaving your breath
hissing past your focal cords
Like sweet drops or harsh spatter
Trying to convey the things
concocted orderly in a mind
coming out as trash or unexpected kindness
How many words tell the truth
of what is really meant to be said
How many convey the inner spirit
of your human mind
Maybe one – wahid
Maybe two – itnan
Maybe three – talatha
How many words
are there
without translation?
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Persons of inspiration: 2 beautiful women, on a quest to make me understand what was really meant to be said in equally beautiful Arabic – maybe next time I can count to a 100?
Place of inspiration: Cairo, Egypt
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