I lived carelessly and purposelessly.
I gauged the floor with my feet
what's more, looked once in a while
through the pitiful window.
There I saw other correctional facility building
and depressed window of my dear companion
who looked into my direction.
Our eyes met each other
furthermore, asked quietly: "Why?!... Why?!..."
Our psyches hunt down the significance for our reality.
All our scholarly endeavors were futile.
Weariness chewed our awareness.
Suddenly Al Jabbaar The Powerful gave us Fiqh (understanding)
that was originated out of
Ijtihaad (reasoned ruling).
Our confinement was finished
also, the repulsiveness of destiny
lost its control over us...
Poetry and Photography by Igor Sufyan-Marinovsky