My Mornings from Before

Poetry by Muna Ahmed

​My Mornings from Before

I used to dread waking up early in the morning,
Whether it be for school, work, or just simply to go to Quran class

I’d groan at the sound of my alarm,
And act as if it’s fallen on deaf ears

I’d angrily pull the blanket over my face
Just so I can finish that little bit of sleep weighing heavily on my eyes

That is how my mornings used to go
before quarantine of course

But now I wake up early on my own
Just to stare at the ceiling
and reminisce on my mornings from before

I watch the sun pierce its beautiful rays through my drapes
shining my room with serenity

I lose myself in the sun's light
and my heart starts to smile at the sound of birds chirping

It brings me joy,
Because this is how all my mornings go now

But between you and me
I miss my mornings from before

It sounds mad I know
To long for something chaotic when there's peace right in front of my eyes

But, if my calm quarantine mornings have taught me anything
it’s that peace can only exist amongst chaos

And so if my peace just happens to exist within my chaotic mornings
Then I can't wait for the day when I can angrily pull the blanket over my face again