The silence in the room encourages what seems to be a forever contemplance
The wind outside makes the bright, crisp leaves rustle as they all do it in a beautiful form of language
Creatures of all kinds fly, crawl, scramble, hide, play, eat in all corners of the eye
As one, as I, in a depressed state as am begins to contemplate the beautiful story of life
A story each creature has, a form of their own world
Who can count? who can come to know it all, to narrarate each piece of each generation of each being?
The weak and small mind of a human as is can not even imagine, bring to mind the knower of this all
The story to know is too large to comprehend
The only, who created the skies, the heavens, the universe and everything else
Our master, our creator, the knowing, the wise, Allah.
– Tehzeeb
Muslim Hijabi 