Islamic
He comes at sunset we sit late into the night staring into one another's eyes waiting wondering how many more times he will visit before Allah We drink tea and read together wishing for some earthly emotion some permanence or hope we assure each other of eternity before Allah I remember the first time we met as the sun laid before us I didnt even know his name he just watched me as I wept before Allah Sometimes still we cry together wishing in some strange way that we never met each other that we never knew what truth is wanting to live life like the world does before Allah But mostly after the tears we remember the promises the ayats and the surahs and we write them and recite them hoping waiting and wanting and claiming to believe before Allah today we have hope.