Weak Eyes, Strong Mind Sarah Noor

I have weak eyes, strained but experienced; they peer through windows of thick, -11.75 prescription lenses.

They have curiously looked outside during countless road trips, widening in awe at the giant redwoods of Yosemite; marveling at the magnitude of the Hoover Dam; shining at the countless stars on a clear Texas night.

Conversely, they have dampened and hardened at the multitude of global injustices depicted by the media: women’s rights in the Middle East, school shootings in America, abusive labor practices in Bangladesh.

Despite all of this, or perhaps because of it, my heart is young, my body is able, my mind is focused.

I will gladly listen and debate and petition for change—because I want my weak eyes to glow at the radiance of our beautiful world becoming even better.