– Sarah Tasneem, VI
An opening in the quiet. A place that lies beneath the chaos; shelter from thethe rag war outside, an escape. This is how I describe my kingdom of serenity. The playful waves clashing against one another, flying upwards towards the sky; then falling and crumbling down as if they were never up. It sparkles like glitter on blank canvas. The water was as blue as the sky above.
The ocean was like a Goddess before me, and I, the victim of its power and beauty. I have always admired the great, blue nothingness. How could I not ? Isn’t it a miracle indeed how the
depth of something so serene so beautiful is mostly undiscovered, unknown to us. A whole now world lies beneath this façade of the sea. I have visited the seashore multiple times, each time when my heart meets the paradise before me, I slip into a world of my own. A place away from the cruelty I call reality. Somewhere far more ethereal. The majestic turquoise sea calls me. Its tiny droplets tickling my feet every once in a while as I stand before it. I could not help but compare the tiny droplets to human beings. Each one of us lost in the sea of other droplets, craving for attention. I shifted my eyes to the aurora sky above it. It was an odd shade of red,blue and orange. But sometimes odd seems to be the immense gorgeous. It was breathtaking. The blue made the sky seem calm but the orange and red made it seem as if it was on fire.
Maybe that’s how our life is too. The combination of fire and water. The clash between red and blue, heat and cold. Water does have the ability to burn fire out but sometimes, the fire is just too powerful. I just wish that we have enough peace in the world to burn the war out.
All too occasionally, I would feel the gentle touch of seashell against my feet. All of had their own unique beauty, some were big, some were small, some were dull. But each of them had their own specialty. We do too. All living beings on the face of the Earth have their own exceptional talent. Some talents are recognized and some are not but it is still there; inside each of us. We just have to discover it. After a while the sea waves return only to devour the seashell back into it’s waves. The seashells are gone but the memories are still there.What’s even more peculiar about this vast, mysterious realm of blue is its façade. How deceiving the ocean could be! This calm, gentle water could turn into a tornado. The soothing essence of the sea could keep tugging on us until we drown. The one who would satisfy our soul is the same who could start a flood. This peaceful serenity might not last. This peaceful serenity has a hidden face; no one has seen where tornadoes are created. This peaceful serenity has a mask. It hides itself in beauty to hide its ugliness. Maybe that’s why I am so in love with it because it shows us that we all have a dark side. Even the most beautiful one of us has a storm brewing inside. Some paradises are not perfect.
My peaceful place is not only the ocean; but a place living in my heart. It is absolute solitude and tranquility. It’s the kind of place where one has the ability to think about the greater good.
Everyone should have their own. A place where they don’t have to be afraid of anybody; not even themselves. Joining hands will always ensure a peaceful place for each and everyone. That is simply by ensuring peace in the world as a whole. We should know the difference between right and wrong. We must learn to be good. To be kind. To not have fire but to have light. Yes, I
am a tiny droplet who is intent on making a big change. But aren’t tiny droplets who create the
ocean?
Photo – Safwan Wahid Nuhaan, IX