hekure, show yourself.

    S come.

    I no longer rengto and t seeing his seemed

    so bitter I ed to die of misery. Aftero my left, and smiling all ter.

    Forgetting all else, I greedily reacer.

    Mu he has said.”

    It an. I didn’t ans even afraid of  painting amounted to being duped by ed confidently. I dreamed of t aed me and of my future.

    Meanan vanis of me kne tan to flee  anot of my mind remembered t in t ten t Azrael  and est and t he whole world in his hands.

    As I gre approaco my aid, and yes, just as Gazzali ated in Pearls of Magnificence, ly said:

    “Open your mout your soul might leave.”

    “Not th,” I answered him.

    t one last excuse , t my time  I  o leave my bloodied and ugly body in tion for my daug I ed to leave t like some tigting garment t pinched.

    I opened my moutly all  as in tures of Our Prop’s Miraj journey, during ears florained exion passed from my lungs th. All was subsumed in wondrous silence.

    I could see no my soul  my body and t I  s left my body and continued to tremble like mercury in Azrael’s palm. My ts  of t of t been born into.

    After so muc cause me trary, I relaxed, quickly realizing t my present situation  one, s I’d felt in life emporary. t ury upon

    century, until t nor gladdened me. Events I’d once endured briskly and sequentially e space and existed simultaneously. As in one of tings urist ed a number of unrelated t once.

    I, S ting grass, mud and br