All is erased but this,
The place that bears weight.
His was on his noble forehead,
For the world to see.
Mine, beside my left ankle.
A shadow on the skin,
Easily missed.
The darker it gets,
The more I will have remembered.
All is erased but this,
The place that bears weight.
His was on his noble forehead,
For the world to see.
Mine, beside my left ankle.
A shadow on the skin,
Easily missed.
The darker it gets,
The more I will have remembered.
A Muslimah Writes 
Beautifully constructed. š
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I love this. Short and full of meaning and mystery.
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