"My pen trembles"

My pen trembles, for I cannot even begin, out of fear of failure at attempting to restrict to words what has been worlds for me. Oh that luminous beauty that my eyes beheld, that home whom I had been calling myself to, the house of Allah, it draws me.

I run out from the hotel, drawn by its massive homing. It pulls at my heart, within my chest. Oh what a magnificent sight! What a glorious structure, how full of light, of Nur. I do not know what to say, save that outside I found thousands upon thousands bowing, I pushed forward, I must see within. Where is the heart of this most beautiful princess, this ruby in the desert, this object of my heart's affection? And within, millions bow, millions turn around the center of the universe, and I am left only to marvel at the beauty of the object before me.

Layer upon layer of beauty, I approach. My eyes cannot behold what I see, for what I see is indeed beauty and glory itself, the heart of the universe. The Kaaba strikes me, seeing it within its precious enclosure, like a pearl within a shell, a mysterious beauty. I feel the mystic communication within. My eyes remain totally transfixed, having never seen such beauty. The glory of glorious voices echoes in the mosque, and outwards, and that happy peace raises her voice within me, her sun rises, and I raise my hands in prayer: Oh Allah, grant me good in this life, and good in the next, and save me from the Fire.

Oh, this jewel of beauteous jewels, this heavely pearl, how you quiet me, and send me into mystery and peace. I have tasted Iman once more, deep, deep, like the true belief, when my heart was still. When I was a child, in love with my Lord, full of that inner serenity, before the world worried me. As if I were in India, when I was five, and had no fears, and just lived. I remember that coolness of my heart, of sitting, playing near a field, a beautiful simple field in India, close to Jannah, close to home. My true home, my home in the hereafter, where I did not cry, when I smiled within.

I am in the palace of palaces once more, in a beautiful, peaceful place. I am not afraid to die, because I feel so close to my Lord, this ethereal mystic communication emmanates from my heart towards the Kaaba, it illuminates me, and quiets me.