Words are dancing in the Cosmos

We are all One

Part II

For countless years, my restless lower self wandered the timeless corridors of longing—carrying the perennial ache: Why was this body called into being? What unseen dream, what secret, rests quietly within my skin? I loved God as a mighty Creator—distant, veiled, always beyond the highest peaks of my prayers. My longing stretched to fill an endless sky; each plea and poem became an arrow sent out toward a beloved, unreachable sun. There were nights when my soul, exhausted and

Stories of women, memory, and belonging, by Anosha Zereh

The world may see the kiss, but we know it is the honest conversation that calls us back when we drift. The world may notice the embrace…

"Welcome to my world: a home for storytelling, poetry, and light meditative Sufi prose—a sanctum, a hush and a heartbeat passed palm to palm across the centuries. Night leans close; the fire answers the stars; elders loosen skeins of courage and tenderness, wisdom spun from labor and loss.”

The Mirror of Mercy

Between longing’s pulse and belonging’s hush, a shoreless sea stirs— calling home to every wandering heart. Before dawn, the heart becomes harbor, cradling tenderness, carrying exile’s wind and memory’s gold. O pilgrim— braid emptiness with fullness, separation with reunion, and weave your story on mercy’s thread. Every wound praises sunrise, every memory lights the night, each departure summons return. At the trembling edge of Love’s gaze— the feminine sea wel

Step into the sacred seam where dreams and reality intertwine. This blog explores the mystical practice of barzakh—inviting you to pause, imagine, and discover the Divine presence shimmering in every ordinary breath. Where spirit and matter meet, you’ll find your heart’s quiet doorway to wonder.

Dedicated to all mothers and daughters

A prayer There is a silence before every word, a breath that carries all creation. In  that breath—You are. The mountain waits in Your stillness. The sea keeps Your secret rhythm. Each heart, a wave returning to its source. Beloved, You are the pulse beneath thought, the warmth behind the sun. Even sorrow glows when touched by You—and longing becomes a form of praise. Let me vanish where You begin: in the shimmer between sound and echo, in the mirror before reflection, in th

“My Own Journey in Love” part II

Come join this dance

Part II – Returning to the Living Wisdom In a world that too often measures worth by perfection and youth, this reflection explores how b

Love’s Pilgrimage

Unity of Oneness

The Luminous Garden of Remembrance

The Living Grace of Adab: A Sufi Reflection on Courtesy, Freedom, and the Soul:

They told me silence was noble— but silence burned holes through my tongue, left my mouth aching for all the things I never said. I carried my mother’s prayers tucked in my sleeves, her whispered hope stitched into every seam— words hidden like small flames beneath my breath. Each prayer lit something inside me, a fire I could never put out. I took her hope across checkpoints and empty roads, my footsteps shaking on ground that never felt like home — every tear I cried was a

This is the name of the fire that awakened me—first a spark, then a luminous blaze that stripped away every layer until nothing remained but a single, beating heart set alight with longing for You. Eshq is the name of the Divine the secret Love that erases every line between Lover and Beloved, leaving only Oneness behind. This is not common love; while the world’s love is a gentle furnace, Eshq is an untamed fire—wild, reckless, consuming all it touches. Eshq is that moment w