The Ritual Of Arabic Coffee Poem by Mohammad Yousef

In the heart of the desert,
where the sun spills its golden nectar,
an ancient dance unfolds,
a ritual steeped in tradition,
where time slows,
and the world breathes,
a symphony of scents rising,
wafting through sun-kissed air.

Coffee beans, dark as the night sky,
crackling softly under the fire's embrace,
each pop a whisper of stories untold,
of journeys across vast lands,
from mountains to valleys,
where hands, worn and wise,
tend to the harvest,
cradling the earth's gift with reverence.

The brass dallah gleams,
a vessel of history,
its spout curving like the crescent moon,
pouring warmth into waiting cups,
small, delicate,
ceremonial vessels,
holding more than mere liquid,
but the essence of hospitality,
the heart of connection,
a bridge between souls.

The coffee brews,
a concoction of spices,
cardamom's embrace,
cinnamon's whisper,
a pinch of love stirred into the pot,
a family's legacy,
passed from hand to hand,
each sip a memory,
each taste a testament,
to the richness of life's tapestry.

Gathered at dusk,
under a canopy of stars,
voices intertwine,
laughter dances like flickering flames,
as stories spill forth,
of ancestors, of dreams,
of the day's trials and triumphs,
each cup raised in salute,
to the shared journey,
to the warmth of kinship,
to the unbreakable bonds forged,
over this humble brew.

In the quiet moments,
as the last drops linger,
the embers glow softly,
the night deepens,
and in that space,
where silence speaks volumes,
Arabic coffee becomes more than a drink—
it is a testament,
a reminder of who we are,
of where we come from,
a ritual that ties us,
an anchor in the ebb and flow of life.

So let the coffee flow,
let it fill our hearts,
let it warm our spirits,
for in each tiny cup,
we find a universe,
a celebration of flavor,
a tapestry of existence,
woven together with every sip,
and every shared glance,
in this sacred act of life,
in the simple joy of Arabic coffee.