Papers fly around me-the wind picks them up.
People and their kids walk, curious enough
To stop for a while.
I can hear the voice of a child
Asking questions about me.
Dogs bark, leaves fall of the trees.
The world is living, time marches on.
But I am in a trance;
Standing, bowing, prostrating, kneeling…
All while communicating with Allah, the All-Hearing.
it isn’t about the other people, making me feel like I stand out,
Or about the environment that I’m in; the fallen leaves blowing around me, a dog licking me, ladybugs crawling on me,
Or even about me, “acting weird” before everyone.
it’s about the chord that ties me and Allah;
getting near to each other,
reaching each other,
loving each other,
in the middle of the chaos,
in the park,