The dewy drops and the happy wind promised a strong day. Dodging the pain in her left foot she ran anyways to her centre of comfort. Half an hour of one way weep story to The All Hearing, she trolled down the rope of mercy. Missing Tipu's place and craving the wet smell of sand, she happily revived that Sunnah way back, exposing her fingers to Allah سبحان وتعالى's Rahma.
A many prayers answered. On a single bright Thursday of November Week Two.
The teeth. The smile. The eyes.
The Noor.
