Minaret

The mercy of Allah is an ocean. Our sins are a lump of clay clenched between the beak of a pigeon. The pigeon is perched on the branch of a tree at the edge of that ocean. It only has to open its beak.

Wish that not so many doors have closed in my face; the doors of taxis and education, beauty salons, travel agents to take me on Hajj

he past tugs but it is not possessions that I miss.

The pigeon is perched on the branch of a tree at the edge of that ocean