In the dark,
on the rough trails
stones paring through,
prying my flesh …
life gave me
these gifts
with no bandages
or ribbons.

Tired at some point,
as I rested,
on a huge rock
and looked down
the path I’d traversed;
there lay painted
tips bright red,
glistening stones
reflecting the sun;
the very diamonds
I had been seeking …
the ones that
in the dark,
pared my skin.

{If a wound should touch you  there has already touched the [opposing] people a wound similar to it. And these days [of varying conditions] We alternate among the people so that Allah may make evident those who believe and [may] take to Himself from among you martyrs – and Allah does not like the wrongdoers – And that Allah may purify the believers [through trials] and destroy the disbelievers.}

The Qur’an, Surah ‘Ali-’Imran (family of Imran) 3:140–141

Taheseen Khan first published this poem on her blog Penspills.

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