وَاللَّهُ عَلَىٰ كُلِّ شَيْءٍ شَهِيدٌ
Allah is a witness of all things
your heart hurts
and it pulsates with pain
the she deer runs through the forest looking for her
baby , knowing its been eaten by the predator; she still looks.
Rumi walks the deserted streets at night like a mad man ,looking for Shams; knowing within his heart that he has been ravaged by deceit and jealousy.
But he looks in dark alleys and rough corners.
A boy walks barefoot through the desert with the sheep , missing his mother Amna; knowing not that He has saved His love for this boy.. That he will never be alone again and never be unloved again. He will be Love itself.
He knows when I don’t know.
He loves when my heart is wrenching with grief; twisting and turning without relief.
Pulsating in the jugular I fear You will not be there when I cry in pain.. When the pain screams through my body ripping me apart and spilling me over.. Fear Your absence at that moment.
And You know my fear.
You know Rumi’s fear.
And Muhammad’s (saww) fear.
And You smile. You know the beginnings and the Endings. All