An Ode to Kilimanjaro

By Salma Beshr and Lamia Ayman

Thanks for the great words!

Baraka, the mountain's gift to me

My worst days are behind me.

My darkest hour is gone.

All I have ever dreamed of

Right here, so close to the sun.

Long months of anticipation.

Then, finally, the uphill climb:

One deep breath to begin with

And one small step at a time.

Eager, expectant, restless.

My step turns into stride:

My heart beats in time to the rhythm

Of far-away drums as my guide.

The whole world enveloped in darkness.

As, weary, the day becomes night:

The body discovers its weakness.

The soul, relentless, its might.

Rocks and frost and nose-bleeds

Cannot shake my determination

To arrive exhausted, breathless

At the summit of exhilaration.

I have conquered the indomitable wilderness.

All the demons within and without.

And am not afraid of tomorrow.

For I have been and always will be

At the top of Kilimanjaro

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  1. #1 by Shearin Abdel Monem on October 6, 2010 - 7:51 pm

    Arwa you have a book in the making…I’m serious, pictures, poems, and diary.

    Like

  2. #2 by Nora Mortagui on October 7, 2010 - 9:49 pm

    Very well written, perfect choice of words & flows so well as if they were really there! I love this :D

    Like

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