When the day comes

 When the day comes

When the day comes...

I hope that I am swirling in a dream that will not end.

I pray my face is plastered to the prayer mat in full khushoo.

I fear that my body will be mangled between glass and steel outside on a street.

I am terrified of someone's hand snatching my spirit from my body.

But the day will come

How, I don't know.

When, I have no idea.

I just know it is in front of me.

But do I stand in front of it with dread?

Or it will be the chance to meet the One who has loved me from my mother's womb to the earth's cradle.

The only One

And one day I will stand again in a different form, a different costume.

Rasheeda bint George