when he chose beads love
Among the constant flow of the night on a mat of the earth. There are nights that created more noble than the other nights. One-month gain noble dome of heaven in the 99 grain seed beads that dissolve in every thirst and fill in the form of sore mouth. In the evening there was a blessing that the storm subsided pulled my self aside and handed reward arms. Emit light from millions of shimmering light of the moon to the liver being selected. More than set foot inside the earth. More than gripping finger nail pulling pieces of the earth that Virgin earth.
In the evening a form of light passing through the eye at lightning speed. get hungry thirst thirsty throat and stomach gripping. Stabbed through the gut.
Tonight, the moon holds greatness robe. Shining like peeking out from a spring of clear boundaries. From my bed the moon looks half embarrassed. Casting its light, the division began a rock star clouds.
Mother's voice away my thoughts. From inside the room, I stuck my head out.
She waved her hand when she saw my face in between the leaves of the door.
What's wrong, Mom...?
search for fabric in the closet. Begged my mother as she pulled my hand to him. soon give birth. Certainly do not need to fabric a bit. Added the mother tickled my curiosity.
I remembered the poor woman when she first came to the house and asked that she would give him a ride. Big belly without a clear could in our village communities. But the mercy of mother nature thicken ears. Teasing people like the wind and the mother. Anyway eventually disappear.
Mrs. midwife've handled.Mother kept stirring the folds of cloth on our old cabinets. never told to me when he was a victim of persuasion seduction satan. I do not understand what he was saying at that time. What persuasion...? What advances....? And another question that did not dare to ask.
later became a pious and dutiful to their parents. stroked the growing belly. In the month of Ramadhan is an even gestational age of nine months.
Not bad.... But if a woman....? I jerked my thoughts.... She went first to the hospital. Wudlu and prayers go....! Add My mother reminded me before he left.
Mother's footsteps disappeared simultaneously swallowed lost his night.
Wudlu displacing cooler water in the upset cross-jerky sentence of God. Succession of slides in a row of prayer called the Rahman.
Wave form of a wave of hope in repentance welling. On the night of a thousand nights, I wish on behalf of a woman. Curve of the body, the folds of the bone and the greatness of the Divine melafazd kept in liquid sweat profusely. was never a life of sin. But death in Islam and later get to heaven. Seek forgiveness when the sentence was still wet on his lips attached. Again and again, those words rang in my ears. The same sentence as the heat in the knee steaming hard to forge bare floor mat. And flushed forehead touching the Qiblah remember the millions, black like the crown of the head.
Two small balls were held nodes.
Subhanallah ......"
Round little face to save a form of light that can only be seen by the dim dark. too hugged me....But tears squeaked sadness led body representing the poor woman who attribute the dream of a small light and hope to be able to dim the sun proud. As he closed the two windows hearts. I pile inner prayer wailing through the door of heaven ..... My try doors of heaven......!
