What was taken
left an opening,
not a wound,
but a window
to Allah’s mercy.
Not a ruin,
but a mihrab of surrender,
where one bows
in quiet remembrance.
In His remembrance,
the hollow can become a home.
Not filled,
but fulfilled.
Not crowded,
but complete.
Because what we mistook for emptiness
was actually the space,
space meant for reflecting on our very purpose of existence!
