There are only a few houses that I love and never get tired of visiting. My parents’ and my siblings’. Those are the places where I feel genuinely welcomed, loved, happy and somewhat peaceful.
And then there’s one particular door that I would love to knock on. I never been there but already makes me miss it so much it hurts.
It’s a place where I’ve been longing to visit since years.
A house which I can only see in my dreams.
Its beauty I can only admire through images.
Its magic I can only feel in my racing heart.
And its owner I love beyond human words.
I’ve been waiting patiently for the invitation. Patiently. Because I’m aware that impatience, anger and greed will surely get me nowhere.
Especially to Your house, my Allah SWT.