Writer: Menna Abdelfattah
Editor: Abdulelah Ba Tarfi

Blessed in most;

Most is many, yet we still seek more penny.

Greed turned us to monsters

That take no heed of blood;

and nothing is ever adequate,

For these wants are spontaneous –

Thus, never-ending.

Blessed in most;

Most is many, but our lives are always ending.

In turn, our souls must be offended,

shaped, created, and blown into life.

It weeps for its soulless time.

Contradicting its purpose,

The host scorned its frugality;

Angering the Almighty, who’ll blow them brutally.

Blessed in most;

Most in life is just a fragment of the afterlife.”