The Kidnapped Word "Why"

Author:
Misbah Sheikh
Updated date:
Sep 22, 2021

Misbah loves writing poetry. She says poetry is what makes her heart feels warm and light.

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

— Rumi

Why is The Word Why So Heavy?

I can answer a few questions very well, but I don't know everything. Yes, I'm not a fool. Let's just say I'm knowledgeable about a lot of subjects, but I don't know everything. Makes sense, of course, yes, right?

Questions like, "Why is soda fizzy?" and "Why is the sky blue?" are easy to answer questions. Sometimes people ask us some really hard questions that we couldn't even begin to answer for a variety of reasons. Sometimes children ask us the "why" questions that can be really hard for us to answer. A lot of times such questions seems like a challenge.

We sometimes really hate it. If there was an option to delete a word from the dictionary. I believe a lot of people would love to delete the word "Why". At least that's what I think because this word often gives us a tough time. Right?

We might not know the answer or might not know well enough to speak about it. For plenty of reasons, we often dislike questions that begin with the word "Why." We normally avoid answering, and may also avoid seeking answers to such questions. But there are some of us who run after searching for answers to these questions. The real question is how important the word "Why" is.

Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going to fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.

— Eddie Cantor

I Kidnapped the Word "Why"

I am the person, wanted to kidnap,

The very common word "why"? Caged myself,

And made the minute's freshness cry, mourning

For the death of its loyal dictator.

This morning, I found there was nothing to

Report. I didn’t find things to recount, or

Concoct, mind’s injury hem’n suggestion

The cloud and sun, still found in abundance

Sleeping through a prism, I saw many ways

There I see roads that shine with colors bright.

They have different shades of dark and light

But emptiness scent, felt was also right.

That hopeless distance between here and there

In addition, joy, have you ever felt?

I questioned myself what's that I’m feeling,

Running from myself, proving myself right.

I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.

— Rumi

My inner spoke to me to find a way,

I decided I’ll get up, and go on

Strolling down beautiful roads, that open

The gateways, and will welcome me in.

Will awake my soul from deep sleep, sleeping

For so long. The path that'll give me fresh breeze,

and the air to breathe, will teach the art to

Live in love. Making symbols unfolding.

The voice that speaks too loud, so clear to hear,

A vision so bright. Will give light, and warmth

To my doomed heart that sighs. Then I will be

Understanding this common word that’s, "Why"

The word that brings everything to question,

Possibly, big reason to invention,

Proving a lot of things, the Creator, the

Creation and all that in existence