When I walk at night alone
in the deep wadis of her sobs
or when I know that each time I drive fast
or laze the reply to her letters;
when I know that at midnight
she sits up praying to her God
to keep me warm and whole,
when I know that she will still bless me
though I give her eyes cause to tears,
when I know that all my warts and ways
will turn to gold at her simple touch,
then I see through her the God she sits rotating her
beads to and then I know that her God
will always be there for me to reach out and touch.
The writer is the Ibn Khaldun Chair of Islamic Studies, School of International Service, American University, Washington, DC
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