Hope
Her large, dark eyes are a night sky full of stars — offering a glimpse of the eternal,
containing more wonders than in the whole universe — the very thing she seeks when she enters mosques and temples though sometimes, it is as though she sees God everywhere and sometimes, she thinks the entire universe can not hold the weight of her love, her passion,
Her warmth — it is the only thing that can can make brokenhearted souls feel safe enough to forget their own names — to forget how to speak — while she paints the word alhamdulillah with a calligraphy brush, reads you a love poem with a subtle trace of idolatry in the way the lover exalts the beloved, her voice is gentle, her fragrance soothing, her touch healing,
Her body — soft, she is bursting with love. An oasis, with pomegranate trees, she is a rose so lovely it can only bloom in dreams, not here on earth, she is Hope itself — she is a prayer, she is a vision of Paradise
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