It Hurts With Every Vowel

by Melissa Coffman   Jun 28, 2014


Sit next to me, but don't touch me.
I'm on fire.
Can't you smell my smoke?

Talk to me of Allah and The Prophet (pbuh)
Calm me.
Without that I am lost.

You tell me all you know and I try to remember.
Must remember.
It is my salvation.

I drink the tea.
It is hot and medicinal.
You are my doctor.

I'm ill, but you say, "InshaAllah, you will be healed."
And I believe you.
Believe Allah performs miracles.

This time has made you weary.
But, your faith has kept you strong.
And, I need you.

Like I've never needed anyone before.
My heart beats your name and it hurts with every vowel.

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