The infidels send their holy men
into the desert to commune with their gods
I don’t know who they find out there,
but I don’t think it’s Allah.
Out there, Allah is just an idea,
as far above them as the scorching sun,
just as distant, just as helpless to save.
For where there are no people
there are no opportunities
for mercy, or justice, or compassion.
Perhaps they find themselves.
But in my opinion, to find oneself in isolation
is the same as being lost.
Listen to Najat:
Every good thing you have ever received from Allah
was passed on to you by human hands.
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