What beauty lied between the pillow and her lips, in that space where her breath lived warm before going cold; in the scent of her black tresses over her bosom as though the seas had foamed over mountains; in the curve of her pelvis that moonlight slept upon when she slept upon her side?
My eyes, too poor a device,God liked hiding beauty in women that they themselves could not see. And to us wretched men, He gave half a sight, half a nose, half of hearing, that we may discern its existence but never grasp it. When I traced the silhouette of her body against the rising sunlight - Allahu Akbar - I felt a calm in my bones. When I raked her unruly locks with my fingers - Allahu Akbar - I felt the need for a supplication. His plot, ash-had an-la ilāha illallah, was revealed. I wondered if the muezzin knew what I knew as he was calling them to prayer. That her every curve, hayya 'alas-salah, every lock, hayya 'alal-falah, her every mystery that was veiled and unveiled, was His azaan to me.
to see, all the deluge in the sea