I see different colors.
Orange, green, brown, yellow, purple, and lots more
The colors of different fruits and veggies
I can smell the food on the grill, and the fresh spices lingering in the air.
Smiles and laughter surrounds us
I pass people speaking arabic, spanish,vietnamese, chinese, and french
Sometimes I get tossed or lost in the crowd, but I nonetheless find my way back
I stop by to order my made-to-order tea along with the spices her brothers and her sell
She and her mother always tell me “Assalamu alaikum”
We have a short talk and laugh about the horrid-ness of work.
Her little brother finds his way in our conversation just listening and staring.
Behind us is her older brother selling the spices
Her mother is in the back cooking up pita breads, gyros and freshly brewed tea- for me.
Her father is up the corridor selling rice, meat, and sweet treats at the halal store
Along with other family members
I excused my self with the salam and we pass our smiles and I continue about my way
Passed the people
Passed the stares of antsy children
I head towards the halal store to get my usual pita bread with a spice.
Never sure of what spice to get, but surprises are nice
The last spice I bought was zaatar, but recently it was tandoori
I receive more salams and more smiles
And all I can think is “masha’ALLAH and alhumdulilah”
I continue about my way in another day that reminds me of somewhere far
That others call home
Big bazaars with people selling and negotiating
Fresh fruits and vegetables
Smiles and laughters
Smells of food and spice lingering in the air
Young girls and boys chasing after each other
Abu and Ummi holding hands down the bazaar smiling and buying dinner for that night….
Somewhere far is a bazaar that someone calls home
While my home may not be far over in the East
I can see in the eyes and the stories of those who I speak to that home is not far from right where they are
I would love to visit bazaars in different countries
But by seeing, hearing, and listening to those from afar I see the “warmth” of those bazaars right here in the place I consider home