The day will come when our time draws to an end,
When the waters rise and pass over our heads;
On that day, we shall be the lost ones, wandering in the shadowed alleys of history.
We will be those who have fallen asleep, cradled in the arms of eternal silence,
Or fossils, nameless and unseen, resting upon the forgotten shelf of oblivion.
In the end, only dust will remain of us, carried away by the winds.
All of human existence, and all that lives within it, is bound by a fragile and fleeting thread,
Which, if not anchored in the collective memory and eternal recollection of humankind,
Will sever the link between «now» and «the past,» leaving us waiting in the emptiness of an uncertain tomorrow.
The very essence of humanity is but a memory,
And no memory of any human will endure,
Unless someone finds it in the earth, recalls it, and cherishes it once again.
Naser Ramzani is a seeker of forgotten memories and a rediscoverer of lost legacies.
He longs for the authenticity and grace that once flowed through the sunlit days and moonlit nights of the port.
He is the storyteller of wounds and sorrows hidden within the woven nets of fishermen.
He speaks with the dense morning fog, resting on the poppy fields. He journeys alongside the waves and the fish, in step with the sea and the boats. He stands with the grand, rain-soaked clouds upon the mountain›s shoulders. He understands the language of the trees and recognizes the songs of the birds. He Savors the port, drop by drop,
Blending with its lights and shadows, dancing with its colours.
And then, he lays himself bare upon the canvas, falling into sleep, framed in art.
Naser Ramzani crafts his own dream world,
Filled with all the «haves» and «have-nots» he wishes will remain forever, Unchanged, enduring, and eternal.
Ali Haghrah
February 2025