Eyes dart open. The inevitable nudge awakens her; the room so dark. It’s time of night she longs for. She rubs her eyes awake. The dim light outlining her long fingers as she prostrates in adoration while the world sleeps on. In total darkness her eyes meet the ground, her soul whispers its innermost secrets, desires, hopes, longing and aches. Knowing her silence reaches the all-hearing, she enters the deepest, delusional, darkest level of her speech. Not a soul knows this momentous private dialogue in near-complete darkness. Silence engulfs this moment as she completes her supplication. She loathes the light seeping into her eyes as she raises her face from the ground. Enshrouded by warmth she completes the ritual adoring her Lord. In peace she waits a day more until she meets her prayer face to face.
Sabr. (Patience)
With forebearance, composure and steadfastness she rises to her knees. One last look at the spot her face touched. In hope she rises. Her hopes she nurtures. In the midst of the night in humble earnest pleading to her Lord.
She is me.
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