Haiku

Noon sun blazing hot—

Dust swirls across empty roads,

Silence sweats and sighs.

White petals unfolding,

Fragrance floating through warm air—

Plumeria blooms.

To My Grandfather

He was one of the strongest souls I’ve ever known.

For fourteen years he lived through paralysis,

Yet remained unwavering, dignified, courageous—

Always greeting us with a patient smile.

He loved his grandsons and granddaughters

More deeply than anything else in the world.

He celebrated our smallest triumphs as if they were grand victories,

Blessing us, supporting us, praying for our joy.

Those Sunday morning walks with him

Were moments of pure, unfiltered happiness.

Our home felt safe because he was in it—

Tender, steady, endlessly caring.

Even our smallest sadness made him restless.

He showered us with affection and thoughtful gifts—

Every gesture a quiet language of love.

Every Eid, every birthday spent with him

Felt like a celebration unmatched by anything else.

He longed to watch us grow, to thrive, to succeed.

Though he is no longer with us,

He lives forever in our memories and our hearts.

I love my grandfather and I miss him always—

Grandparents truly are blessings.