It was a big one, bigger than anyone before it. She looked at the raised brown skin and wondered if her husband woudl be upset. He was the first born after all, tal,l bony, dark eyes, bushy eybrows. Just like his father.
He deserved it though.
Spritis are wilting as they move throtugh this world and onto the next one. What is that way to keep our spritits fressh and alive, not consumed or wilted like the flowers of a plant or like th efresh mint of the tea we drink.
How is it that we are wilting yet we have the fresh green tree of islam.
What is it that is causing this?