
In the hush of dawn, beneath jasmine skies,
A scholar bends, ink-lantern eyes aglow.
His fingers trace script not just on scrolls —
but on the breath of wind, the grain of wood,
the pulse of numbers hiding in the earth.
He does not ask if God is here or there —
He writes with the Qalam,
counts with the … Continue Reading 

 
		 
		 
		