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Ummatul Iman: Nation of Faith
Chapter 15: Distance
20th Ramadan, 1663
The yellow disk of the sun descended in the orange sunset sky, sinking behind the darkening dunes of sand. Muhammad ibn Sulayman sat upon the black hills of sand, his horse standing beside him. He stared out into the distance, his mind full of thoughts about his beloved wife. He knew that there was only a little over a week left of Ramadan; soon the month would end and the holiday of Eid-ul-Fitr would arrive. This would be the first Eid in years that he would spend without Munirah. Miles and miles away, he felt like his heart was torn in two.
On the one end, he was happy to be out, striving for a cause he believed in. On the other, he greatly missed his wife. Without her he didn't even feel like himself, he felt incomplete, he felt empty inside. "Empty," he said to himself. "What celebration can there be, What joy could I feel; With what's separating you and me, the distance and the time are still."
He grabbed a handful of sand and let it slowly spill from his fist. "The sands blow away, So what of time? Is the alternation of night and day just a delusion of mine? You are too far, And yet again far too distant, If only I had you in my arms this instant. But as the sun hides in sadness, taking away the light, I too in sadness will remain alone tonight..."
Miles and miles away in the darkness of night, with the sun long gone Munirah sat at home alone. She blew out the candle that rested at her bedside and laid her head back on the pillow, trying to get comfortable before pulling a warm blanket over herself. Closing her eyes to the darkness and opening her heart to the light within, she felt exceptionally hopeful and felt a compelling sense of yearning for her beloved husband to be there holding her in his arms as he often had before. She sighed a hopeful sigh. "He'll be back soon InShaAllah... This distance is only temporary...InShaAllah..."
The yellow disk of the sun descended in the orange sunset sky, sinking behind the darkening dunes of sand. Muhammad ibn Sulayman sat upon the black hills of sand, his horse standing beside him. He stared out into the distance, his mind full of thoughts about his beloved wife. He knew that there was only a little over a week left of Ramadan; soon the month would end and the holiday of Eid-ul-Fitr would arrive. This would be the first Eid in years that he would spend without Munirah. Miles and miles away, he felt like his heart was torn in two.
On the one end, he was happy to be out, striving for a cause he believed in. On the other, he greatly missed his wife. Without her he didn't even feel like himself, he felt incomplete, he felt empty inside. "Empty," he said to himself. "What celebration can there be, What joy could I feel; With what's separating you and me, the distance and the time are still."
He grabbed a handful of sand and let it slowly spill from his fist. "The sands blow away, So what of time? Is the alternation of night and day just a delusion of mine? You are too far, And yet again far too distant, If only I had you in my arms this instant. But as the sun hides in sadness, taking away the light, I too in sadness will remain alone tonight..."
Miles and miles away in the darkness of night, with the sun long gone Munirah sat at home alone. She blew out the candle that rested at her bedside and laid her head back on the pillow, trying to get comfortable before pulling a warm blanket over herself. Closing her eyes to the darkness and opening her heart to the light within, she felt exceptionally hopeful and felt a compelling sense of yearning for her beloved husband to be there holding her in his arms as he often had before. She sighed a hopeful sigh. "He'll be back soon InShaAllah... This distance is only temporary...InShaAllah..."