It's 1.21 Am she sits in the middle of a home all darkened and sleeping yet a light is the lamp of one where she finds the light into words that last forever. Her lips speak softly as she turns pages and pages of love, and identity. The creator. The maker. THe bounty of things.
Her body is in tune now , her mind is a sync with life. Her eyes keep slowly erasing the shadows of mistakes in the past her ears can imagine sounds of old cities and towns, of people young and old wrapped as one with her ....in the explanations , i nthe heavens the scareams of their hell the power of their stuborness the anger in their regret the beauty in their rewards - people all different types.... as she continues the journey of reading in the middle of the night in once upon a ramadan... she wonders what people she is
what time she is
what era she is
what forgiveness she can get
her memories must fall
her future must begin
she begins to hope that this is the first day of the rest of her life
that this is the first night of a new voice
a voice that will not sleep to ugliness
that will not faulter truth.............
A young girl....awake i nthe world
amongst millions and millions of other people all asking for the same things
Validation from the one the all mighty the merciful the kind
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