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,