Peace is …
The rustling,
Of fallen leaves
In the autumn woods.
The first cry of a new-born,
Soothing the mother’s ears
Like no melody ever could.
The Imam’s call,
Echoing through the universe
As if from a mosque
In Allah’s own province
The undisturbed slumber,
Of an adolescent girl
Who dreams of awakening
To the kiss of a handsome prince.
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