The heart must be broken to be made whole, and Tonight my ego has shattered at your feet. You brought me a mirror of pure modesty and a veil of sacred boundaries, but I looked only at the dust on the surface and offered worldly praise. I stayed silent when I should have fought for the sanctuary of your hijab. Let your anger burn away everything that is unworthy within me. I am no longer trying to defend myself or speak words of excuse. I lay my pride in the dust, waiting in the silence I created, praying that the light of your forgiveness can slip through the cracks of my broken heart.
out of all the people Our lord has created, with all the roads I could have taken , some impossible miracle of timing allowed my story to cross paths with yours. And if I spend the rest of my life searching for a word greater than lucky, I still don't think it would be enough to explain what you are to me.