sometimes I wonder if it was all a dream.
but the photographs don't lie,
and the small stream of Arabic that flows
beneath the surface tell me otherwise.
where is the heart of me?
i am not a Muslim,
but when i Feel the Quran,
God grabs my soul
and leaves me breathless.
presence. fullness. peace?
alive, at least.
centered.
Hmdulillah.
but the photographs don't lie,
and the small stream of Arabic that flows
beneath the surface tell me otherwise.
where is the heart of me?
i am not a Muslim,
but when i Feel the Quran,
God grabs my soul
and leaves me breathless.
presence. fullness. peace?
alive, at least.
centered.
Hmdulillah.
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