A Muslim Suicide

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Woe is me!

Woe is me for what I have lost, leaving a huge void inside me.

I have been asked to explain the nature of this loss by a voice that I've grown used to hearing in my dreams.

"You herald of the unseen," I have shouted back at the top of my voice, "you ask me about it, and yet you know more about it than anyone else!"

My shouts rose and echoed through the darkness of night, so much so that they shook me awake. The weather was cold and rainy, and yet springtime was to bring with it a magic of its own.

I got up at once and went outside, wandering through the alleys of my own quarter and neighboring quarters too. As I crisscrossed them, I was sometimes lost in my own thoughts, while at others I concentrated my entire attention on the dawn of the day to come and the stirrings of plants and creatures all around me.

Yet again, maybe for the thousand and first time, I performed my prayers, with no other plea than that the All-Knowing One would direct me to my manuscript, my missing essence and lost pillar of support.

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