Where Goodness Learns To Return Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Once, a gentle voice rose with the dawn and said: No one truly believes until they love for others what they love for themselves.
These words so many carry them like a familiar tune, yet they drift through hearts
like a breeze through open doors unheld, unrooted.
Some grasp them like a sudden flash of lightning clear, undeniable but they fade before they spark action,
before they breathe life.
But this isn't just a saying.
It's a way of being, a path that winds through the soul
like a river searching for the sea.
Imagine imagine if every heart moved like the sun, radiating warmth as it receives warmth,
wishing good for others
as easily as it wishes it for itself.
There would be no injustice
casting a long shadow at noon,
no deceit slipping like cracks through fragile walls, no exploitation smoldering
like a hidden fire in the dark.
Picture a nation breathing differently, as if its lungs were filled with truth, as if its streets spoke the language of trust.
The common good would rise
like a shared sky above all, and "I" would soften into "we, "
the way rivers lose themselves
when they meet the ocean.
Between people, honesty would stand tall like a tree, respect would flow like clear water, and trust like a mountain that remains steady.
To love yourself is not to take more but to become a source of good, like a small sun
spreading light without asking.
Because goodness when shared returns like an echo in a wide valley, greater than it left,
deeper than it began.
A nation doesn't rise through words alone.
Words are like clouds beautiful, fleeting unless they turn into rain.
It rises through character,
through truth that stands firm,
through actions that speak
even when voices fall silent.
And change real change doesn't start in crowds,
nor in loud promises, nor in distant dreams.
It begins quietly like a seed in the dark, like a whisper in the chest, like a single drop
that teaches the river how to flow.