There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get…
But, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for out little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.
Flowers designed as four women,
They stand as modesty’s pillars,
Meryem, Khadija, Fatima, Zainab.
Islam needed five,
But Modesty is held up through women,
Four is all that’s needed.
In the heavens they reside,
In a garden that reflects their light,
They are the purest form of…