Remember That Old Helicopter Game?

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Dear descended soul, I tell you,
—Do not hate the soil.
Plant of the seed
The doing of the deed
Does not mean death decreed

Rather life is replenished underneath
—Learn from the roots,
Darkness soaking light above
Drinking like drops of love
Seed thinking it’s not enough…

Dear high rise, corner office, I ask you,
—Do not jump.
Fly your mind
Perspective, let it find
Between hustle and grind

Rather you are the company you build
—Make friends with the self,
Kindred spirit, singular still
Let emptiness in to its fill
Til alone is the thrill…

Dear level see-saw, I beg you,
—Do not get bored of balance.
Look, all around
High highs, low ground
Peace with gravity, heaven found.

Jawaad Khan was born and raised in sunny South Florida to a family of creatives and Islamic workers. He went on to complete a film degree at the University of Miami, one year of improv classes (which he’s very proud of), and he studied Arabic and Islamic studies at various institutes in Dallas, TX, where he now resides with his wife and cat. He serves on the board and is an editor for Muslim Youth Musings. His first collection of short stories is set to be published in 2023.


  1. Beautiful. I specially like how you swing between the physical actions and the spiritual/mental ones. Kind of like the see-saw at the end. Love how it balances :)

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