وَمِنْ آيَاتِهِ أَنْ خَلَقَ لَكُم مِّنْ أَنفُسِكُمْ أَزْوَاجًا لِّتَسْكُنُوا إِلَيْهَا وَجَعَلَ بَيْنَكُم مَّوَدَّةً وَرَحْمَةً إِنَّ فِي ذَلِكَ لَآيَاتٍ لِّقَوْمٍ يَتَفَكَّرُونَ
I’ve searched through my whole pile of words
But didn’t find any that, when they’ve
left my mouth
flown away free in the air
sound waves expanding ever further, ever weaker, into the universe,
ressemble at all this ‘mawaddah’.
It must come from beyond, from the ‘arsh, because
it doesn’t fit inside my body.
It makes me want to scream.
Some people say it’s just chemicals flowing through the brain
Mixing in just the right proportions, just the right places
But who, then, is the bartender?
Don’t tell me Jalaluddin isn’t on to something
Just tell me why it’s a lottery with such high stakes