And we dressed our hearts in vestures of your love... and we got scented with the scent of worshiping you... and we chant your name as a serenity on our hearts... and we stand between your hands fearing your anger... and we raise our hands to the sky craving for your mercy and forgiveness... and we dream of a day when we meet you with nothing we wish for except the delight of looking to your face and the companion of your beloved prophet... so shall we meet you satisfied with us?...
Randa...