I have been observing the Islamic fasting month of Ramadan and it has generally been a month for me to draw nearer to Him. So, with this I wrote a piece of poetry about finding Him.

The moment I felt You,

My dreams came to a halt,

Then You went into hiding,

Once again, I turned into a bedouin without You.

Now I ask myself was it truly You,

Or was it simply a ray of love?

Was it You, where I found my home,

Or had I just lost a new world?

Thanks for reading,