Laal Zamzam
The clouds were sown with daffodils and sunflowers, joyful wreathes adorned pearled ships in the sky. The sun gleamed off their pillowed cliffs to form citrine crystals floating, dancing with the morning breeze. The mountains were covered in the snowfall of sugar, crisped by kisses of moonlight. Her presence was announced by a gust of justice, her face was the sun and the moon, balancing day and night. The stars were all the places her glance had reached and halted to form art at the blink of an eye. The courses of celestial movements were given inertia from her cathartic sigh.
My love for her sits deeper within me
Than light sits within the darkness
Bismillah
Taking three sips of zamzam is sunnat - it’s true
So I drunk one for myself, and then took two for you
Drunk in the rivers of your remembrance I cry
Left to drink my own blood as I fall forever
And die
On the day of judgment, rising from ashes with the scars of your love
Your image clings to my heart on that day, as below, so above
It’s from الله
