when i know that you know

by Aqeela Naqvi

is there any heartache for which i can lay out my heart that you do not already know, my Lord? is there any grief for which i can weep that you do not already know, my Lord? is there any separation wrought wound for which i can cry out in pain that you do not already know, my Lord?

(so then, how can any of these remain, when i know that you know, O Lord?)

—whispered lessons from the dust of Najaf

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