The sand is cold, the air is dry,
Beneath a brilliant, starry sky.
The Milky Way is burning bright,
A ribbon in the endless night.
No city lights to spoil the view,
Just ancient constellations, true.
I lay upon the cooling earth,
And contemplate the universe’s birth.
Drawing heavily from the vast desert landscapes and brilliant starry nights of his youth, Ahmed writes poetry that feels expansive and spiritual. His words are quiet, contemplative, and heavily focused on finding inner peace amidst...
A patch of green amidst the brown,Where weary travelers settle down.The water bubbles from the ground,A sweet and...
The clouds gather above the dune,To change the desert’s dusty tune.A sudden burst, a cooling spray,To wash the...