Waking up this morning I wrote this, concerning the fate of MH370:

in karma there is chaos

in kudrat there is iradat

in qada’ there is qadar

in randomness there is order

in silence there are screams no one will ever hear

in the falling of a tree in a forest there is no sound heard

in seeds of hope there are microbes of destructive forces

in memory there is forgetfulness

in history there is fractal geometry

in the rustle of language there is the violence of semantics

in 1414 these were not made to manifest

because the protagonist of the story and the antagonist are one

in the longest story told

whilst the white noise

of chaos

plays in the background...