Show me look at you

Author's name: Khawla Hamdi

Your breath becomes ragged, and your gaze wanders towards the towering mountains in front of you. Your saliva dries up and your tongue is tied. How long has it been since you last spoke to Him? Your final decision to worship your Creator in your own way has remained suspended. How many lean nights have you passed in which you were unable to commune with Him despite your attempts? Have you forgotten what it is like to be alone with your Lord? Or do you know no other way than the old ways that you have rejected? You were once Hayy ibn Yaqzan on a deserted island, so tonight can you be Moses? You whisper in a low voice that no one else can hear, despite the silence surrounding you, but you know for certain that He is counting your movements and stillness, and that nothing of your innermost thoughts escapes Him. Your letters come out confused and faded, like a long, tired sigh: Oh Lord, oh my God... oh my Creator... whatever your name is... show me so I can look at you