For one hundred and forty four moons, I journeyed for a land I was never promised
A pilgrim
And only once I surrendered to the feeling of sand between my toes in each step, only once I stopped looking, from the darkness, an oasis
Doubting my eyes, I rub. I try to rub away this mirage, but you remain
The sweet waters, the peaks, the valleys, the deepest caves, the blinding sunrises, even in the cool of night, I am comforted here
Yes
Alhamdulillah
I am home
