3. Birth

When he was born
he looked small and
weak and fragile
his parents and
grandparents and aunts
and uncles
were worried
he might not survive
when his mom picked
him up in her loving
arms
and put him to her
breast
he felt sick
the more she tried
the worse he got
finally
they took him to the
doctor
who examined him
carefully and said
he is an unusual boy
he is allergic to his
mother’s milk
hearing that
his mom cried
all night long
When he survived
they called his uncle
who was a poet and a
wise man
who picked him up
and looked at him
intensely
and said
he is an old soul
he has been here many
times before
let us name him Khizr
in loving memory of
the mythological
character
who has been living for
centuries
helping those
who are lost in their
lives
traveling in deserts and
forests
looking for unknown
destinations
not knowing
that all journeys
start from our own
hearts
and end in our own
souls
every body liked the
suggestion
and started calling him
Khizr.