Allah

With both feet on the ground, and a white dress covered my legs, I walked like my feet knew were to go. The grass felt like a couple of plushies, and the smell felt like falling on dandelions, even though I need to sneeze. The air felt like being in a soap bubble, which somehow stood still. I felt somehow familary, no questions crossed my mind where I've been. I knew the place. I just didn't remember. It felt like the hug of my mom, while she puts her fingers through my hair. A headscarf is around my hair, but I did not at all wonder. I felt safe and welcomed, because every other girl wore one too. Even though I didn't knew what they names are, how old they are ir what they look like, everything seemed gently. Since when does something seem gently? Towards a tree I was heading, wind danced on my face like a new skincare. Beatifully Sound and white writing chose the right words. In arabic and even though I didn't know what it meant. I knew, what it said. After that day, I prayed again.