A Story...

And I tell Him a story in the night... childish maybe... and I know that He is waiting for me every night doesn't get bored of hearing my voice... with me shy sometimes... insistent sometimes... with a voice that doesn't have the strength to arrange the words some other times... and I know He accepts me with all my conditions... with the calmness of my soul or the noisiness of my mind or a longing that burns in my heart... He is here and there sees me and hears me... I am in His eyes... and He is the amiable companion of my path and the light of my prevision and the keeper of my dreams... because He is Allah my God... I didn't know of any similarity to Him...

With all my love...
Randa...