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THE BOY & THE WELL

Writer's picture: Lubna KharusiLubna Kharusi

Updated: Sep 7, 2023

“A little boy went to a well

And as he looked down into it, he asked it to tell

The story of what is to come

And if that story can be undone.


But in the well, all he saw was his reflection,

With the distortions of his perfection

And as he shouted down, and the echo bounced,

His fear became more pronounced.


And by the well, this boy did weep.

He wanted to jump in but it was so deep.

How from the edges could he leap?

Was it the fear that made him meek?


And so many a day would pass by

And shouting at the well, he would try,

And all the while his reflection looked back,

Trying to reassure him that he was on track.


But as night fell and darkness came over

The reflection had not brought him closure

And then the moon started to reflect in the well

And he thought, perhaps, the moon would tell.


And so, he turned to the moon and asked it to say

That if, on this starry night, he did pray

Would the moon then tell him of the better way

Where he would no longer wander astray?


And the moon just shone as the reflection of the sun

And all those knots inside were not undone;

As it is not the moon that will call you forth

And alleviate your sadness or remorse.


And so, this boy chose to fall asleep

And before sleeping he did weep

That perhaps when the morning sun arose

The sun would be the one to propose

Which path this boy should take

And what, of this life, the boy should make?


But when the sun rose in the morning sky

He realized that asking the sun would be a lie.

As he watched the animals wonder to and fro,

Not considering where they go,

And yet they march up in a row,

As the inner instruction is what they know.


And is this instruction the result of their thoughts?

Or the collection of things that they brought?

Or the school they attended and what they were taught?

Or is it the realization that they are naught

That will bring them to their salvation?

And this journey is just a preparation,

It is not about a destination,

It is about the realization

That We are the One who offers revelation

And We orchestrate the routes of persuasion

So that you come to see

That all will be

According to Our presentation.


Thank you.”


From the book For Humanity, Volume 1 by Lubna Kharusi. To buy book click below link.



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