Unknown Phase

• Afnan Fozail, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

I remember the spicy rice
causing tears to form in my eyes.
Yet I kept forcing the spoon into my salivating mouth. 
The party lights too were bright to see,
or was it the gravity of my achievement
that was blinding me?
I was happy to see my family celebrating,
But I wanted to tell them, this meant nothing.
The Quran is a book that needs to be held with two hands, not one. 
I was awakened by the combination of the food being regurgitated, and the thoughts that were arising.
I scurried like a rat, my hand cupped over my mouth.
Spilling stinky sticky spit, regardless.
To clear my thoughts and clean my soiled self,
i stepped into the shower, shivering,
scoop filled with water from the balti,
flowing towards the drain, carrying my confusions with it