The dark of night wraps around my form
in billows. Like my favourite jilbab, it leaves
pockets of warm air that caress my skin
and speak secrets to the stars.
But thoughts wander in a maze without end
and enter once more, unbid, bearing news
that wounds my peace with its indulgence
in the mere fluff of a dunya laughing loud.
Do I lack some special gift, bestowed
on few? A secret that the constellations
will not reveal? I beg a song to re-configure
the tragic meanderings from my journey’s route.
The sky responds inside my heart, the flash,
a supernova, dismisses the trash and leaves me
trembling. It stuns my nafs and my soul vibrates
with ‘Alastu bi Rabbikum!’ I surrender to this grace.
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