Qurbat

I refused to open my eyes

I held it tight with all my strength

The alarm sound was relentless

But I was not willing to give up

Sometimes the sound was my enemy

It disrupted a beautiful dream

That I would not remember

Still, the story did not matter

It was not a representation or a message

The interpretation no longer makes sense

However, the Qurbat did

The closeness I shared with the people

It made me feel happy and safe

It was something I missed in my real life