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Allah
With both feet on the ground,
and a white dress covered my legs,
I walked like my feet knew were to go.
The grass felt like a couple of plushies,
and the smell felt like falling on dandelions,
even though I need to sneeze.
The air felt like being in a soap bubble,
which somehow stood still.
I felt somehow familary,
no questions crossed my mind where I've been.
I knew the place.
I just didn't remember.
It felt like the hug of my mom, while she puts her fingers through my hair.
A headscarf is around my hair, but I did not at all wonder.
I felt safe and welcomed, because every other girl wore one too.
Even though I didn't knew what they names are, how old they are ir what they look like, everything seemed gently.
Since when does something seem gently?
Towards a tree I was heading, wind danced on my face like a new skincare.
Beatifully Sound and white writing chose the right words.
In arabic and even though I didn't know what it meant.
I knew, what it said.
After that day, I prayed again.
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Adna Demiri
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