I want to awaken when sleep is most encompassing
I want to converse with a deity of sublime presence
I want Him to assure me with analogies—
that I will be as Abraham was to Him
Here..
I want to scream Saba´ El Kheyr and have angels streaming light answer the hollow of my echo
I want to line my bracelets and make them holy between the beading of my thumb and palm
I want to twist the band of my ring and make dawāf in it's equivilance
I want to recite until my throat goes raw and sleep with a quivering chest as a lullaby
I want to prance around and apologize when I step on the old woman who passed away when she was closest to her Lord
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