She sits on the sand, with her eyes on the sea,

The wind in her hair.

A vastness about her that seeps to her heart,

And fills her sigh.

Peace in the breaths, that she breathes in,

As the waves come in.

Murmuring.

سُبْحَانَ اللهِ وَبِحَمْدِهِ، عَدَدَ خَلْقِهِ وَرِضَا نَفْسِهِ وَزِنَةَ عَرْشِهِ وَمِدَادَ كَلِمَاتِه
“How perfect Allah is, I praise Him by the number of His creation, by His pleasure, by the weight of His Throne, and by the ink of His words.”
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