‘The Moment’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

There’s that moment when you gaze upon the sky on a lonely summer afternoon and see a huge bulge of cloud hovering in midair, silhouetted by a burst of gleaming sunshine highlighting its edges with bright white light and you think to yourself: God! There you are, I see you now looking down on me, telling me that everything will eventually turn out alright. God! I see you now.

And then you keep looking at the image of the creator with thoughts rushing into your mind like a flowing river of pure dreams and memories, you keep looking until your eyes hurt but you don’t look away, in fear that if you do, you’ll lose that moment. But then finally you realize that life does not stop for anyone, it’ll keep moving, the world will keep spinning and that you’ll have to go back doing what you do to keep up with it’s motion. But the image is burnt inside of you no matter how long you live, how mad you get or how much life kicks you down. And then you realize that you’re not alone, and that someone at some point passed by this spot before and gazed at that image in the sky, baffled by the universe and how it shifts from one form to another, and that there’s no running from old age or death and all what follows. And that you are a speck of dust in this too-big world, and you have to take risks and make choices that’ll cause you either to go forward or backwards in life and love and trust and forgiveness… Nothing is left but turning gray, weak and old, with stamps of age all over your face. Finally, you realize that life is but a mystery and that sooner or later you’re going to die and you’ll look back at what you’ve done and be at peace with it. This is not a religious matter, it’s a spiritual matter.


About Ahmed Gretly

Ahmed Nader Gretly. Construction/Site Engineer, fiction writer, poet, psychopath, researcher, a book addict, and a daydreamer from Cairo, Egypt. Currently doing Construction Project Management, MSc, at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh.
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