Ahlan Wa Sahlan

Ahlan Wa Sahlan

Thursday, February 28, 2008

The Color of Our Souls

"Do our souls have skin colors?" he asked folding her tiny five year-old hands within his large, age-marked, callous palms.

She looked at him perplexed, wrinkling her tiny forehead in concentration.

"Have you ever seen your own soul?" he prodded further, looking into her eyes as they watched him intently.

"No..." she ventured finally, uncertain whether or not she ever had and what a soul looked like.

He smiled at her benignly in his wonderful grandfatherly way and she smiled back, bubbly with happiness that she had figured out the right answer.

"Poppy," she climbed into his lap and rested her head against his wide chest listening to his heart beat. He smelled like cinnamon. "Have you seen your soul?"

"No sweetheart, I never saw m'soul. But I just wonder whether we should be judgin' people by the color of their skin, or the pureness of their souls instead."

Later she peered deeply into the hallway mirror at herself trying looking past her blue eyes and brown curly hair to see if she could see her soul. Wondering maybe if it had a skin color.

(c) Molly Ann Elian 2008

5 comments:

Your fan #1 Mr.MM said...

Amazing, I love how you present it.

Mona said...

How sweet. You're such a talented writer MashaAllah.

Molly said...

bahebak awy ya mr mm, you're the fan I care the most about. inta habib 2albi.

Molly said...

thanks monita, I'm gald you liked it. :)
it was me bored during the drive home thinking about judging people on skin colors... or souls... or soul color?

Vanessa Fatima said...

awesome awesome! that was thought provoking & I loved it.