The Comet

By Faarouq Christian

There’s an old belief about comets. They weren’t just rocks. They were omens.

Kings would panic. Priests would pray. Villages would whisper. Because when a comet appeared, it meant something was about to change. Empires would fall. Wars would begin. Dynasties would shift.

Nobody ever saw a comet and said,

“Oh nice. A decoration.”

No.

Comets interrupt things.

And that’s the part I’ve been sitting with.

Because some of us were never meant to blend into the sky. We were meant to break it.