Every night, my dear Shamsa awakes from her sleep.
She does not leave the bed from hunger or an ill dream.
Nor does she speak to me as she untangles herself from the sheets.
Verily this is her routine.
She does not know that I see her in these late hours of the night.
But my adoration for her grows tenfold with the prayer mat she unfolds.
Never have I seen an insomniac so pure.
Never do I forget to thank my creator for a lover who lights the darkness with her noor.
Peace and Blessings,
Karima Osman
Nomadic Intuition 