When Dreams Turn To Ash Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

The morning star greeted the day with a flutter of excitement, its heart racing at the vibrant colors of Eid.
A Guardian of Light had finally bestowed a long-awaited gift, draped in beautiful clothes and sparkling jewels that ignited the Star's dreams. With just a month and a half until the call for union, the morning star was filled with a mix of hope and a hint of shadowy fear. A Friend's Advice led to a magical cream, promising beauty that felt almost dreamlike. The morning star applied it with care, humming with joy, blissfully unaware of what was to come. But then, a shiver ran through it, followed by a wave of pain and fire; its hands burned, and life would never be the same again. The Keeper of Care rushed to its side, as hope began to fade and fear took over. What was meant for joy and celebration now turned into a desperate need to heal what the morning star held dear. Days passed, and the Dawn finally greeted its eyes, tears streaming down, echoing silent sighs. The Healer spoke, his words calm yet heavy, "We couldn't save your hands for him." Memories burned bright, warnings brushed aside, dreams borrowed, and a future now lost. Forever changed, the morning star stood tall, now leaning on the kindness and goodwill of others. A wedding postponed, a life reshaped, a soul transformed by the cruel hand of fate.