Written by Anabia Imran from Australia, Pakistan and Saudi Arabia The [shams] sun rises into the inky black [sama] sky ; its light colors the black [qumash] canvas , spreading through the [dunya] world turning cities on; the air buzzing with [taqa] energy . When the big, bright ball reaches the top, it shines down, its diamond refractions the kind that hurts your eyes, makes you see shapes that aren’t real, but doesn’t let you look away. The sun lowers, shifting the above, Â
