Sable locks spilled over her shoulder as she turned to face me, with those wide eyes that held a thousand secrets and one in their darkness. Hidden deep within lay the fading scars of tears which had once fallen for me, but no longer, just as the branch has nothing left to shed with the onset of Winter.
Let me weep for You once again. Let my tears roll and cascade, Let me fall delirious in honour of Your splendour, And stand at the feet of Your Mercy, gazing into the distant clouds Which shroud its true height.
"Believe you in love, O Slave of The One?"
"Her name appears high up on the contacts page. She is expecting a call. Whether she expects its reason remains to be seen. I’m glad I hold the element of surprise; I would hate even more to be on the receiving end of such a thing."
Shuaib Ghaffar 