I woke up – at 4 am.
I looked at your face and I smiled in the dark.
Your peaceful smile, your steady breath, your curly hair, and your full lips.
I caressed your cheeks, feeling like my tears were going to drop.
It has been a wonderful journey. And my baby, my prince, you are worth every step of it.
Isn’t this romantic, I asked myself.
There was only silence. And I sneaked out to the bathroom.
I took my wudhu, feeling the water splashed onto my face. It made me awake.
Then I took my sajadah and my praying attire.
The moment my head touched the ground, I felt so close with Him.
When I was finished, I recited the duas. And when I closed my eyes, it felt like the universe was gone.
Isn’t this romantic, again I asked myself.
The sun started to rise – and soon the roads were bustling with the sounds of cars and people started their morning activities.
As I opened the window, the cold breeze of the last days of winter hit my face.
This is going to be another day to feel blessed.
Beginning of spring in Berlin,