Saima Qureshi

(For my autistic, non-verbak son Hassan) I: You are not like others. You: How? I: Others might be precious metals, stones or pearls but you... You: Yes what about me, am I not precious? I: I don't know because when it comes to you I never think of worth. You: Then... I: You are like a book that I can read over and over again, you are priceless ! I: You are different from others. You: How? I: Others might be meaningful talks, speech or oration but you... You: Yes what about me, am I meaningless? I: I don't know because when it comes to you I don't interpret. You: Then... I: You are like a poem which is heard by my mind and dwells in my heart! I: You are different from others. You: How? I: Others might be like songs, melodies or symphonies but you... You: Yes what about me, am I noise? I: I don't know because when it come to you, I hear nothing else. You: Then... I: You are like waves of sea to which I can listen and talk for countless hours! Saima Qureshi ©️