- in the name of Allah - 


in understanding you I understand my self, somehow can't tell where I stop and you start, no, lines don't get crossed, but I swear it's like you're an extension of me, just as someone else.

and so this life became for me a house of mirrors, trying to guess which impression is earnest and which are imposters, finding the real me when I found the real you, the rest of existence a maze to backtrack with my Rabb the way back to truth.

there's nothing here for anyone to steal, nothing there to envy, just a shade of a shadow, playing on the walls in the lost innocence of people's memories, backlit by beacons, His means, to prepare from this life my leaving.