I am a dust particle
the one that floats aimlessly.....
maybe guided
maybe oblivious
I am one of numerous
of your sons and daughters
one unworthy of your attention
yet one who seeks it
I am of you,
of your lineage,
a bit of the remaining dust...
dusted away by the Sculptor's hand
Floating away aimlessly...
maybe guided,
Oblivious.
(A monologue with Imam Ridha (a.s), from 'Monologues with my Forefathers - by Ambereena Razvi)
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