|Some gathering of roses in the shape of a heart... by Cristina Colombo|
Why...? Love asks.
Why are you standing?
I was anticipating your arrival, love.
Why are you praying?
I knew you would be listening, love.
Why are you forgetful?
I knew you would still remember, love.
Why are you flying?
I am not flying, love.
It is this world that is falling away beneath my feet.
Why is the world falling away?
For this world cannot bear the reality
Of your love for me and my love for you, love.
And why was I unwell? I caught a sickness from my son, Mikhail. But he is better already and I am back, alhamdulillah. Thank you for waiting, sunshine.
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way