Bismillah
In the depths of her mind, across the valleys and over the mountain tops, a storm rages on.
The water trickles through her hands, into and out of her mouth.
Washing away the debris and sediments.
Washing away the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts.
Washing away the tethers of the dunya.
The water flows over the land, breaking down the rocks and abrading the soil.
It sweeps over her arms, sprinkling down to her elbows as she scrubs away the remnants of her long day.
Washing away the rocks and soil.
Washing away the distractions and circulating feelings.
Washing away the tethers of the dunya.
The eroded particles transport through the stream and into a new location.
The water glides across her hair, swirls around her ears, and splashes over her feet.
Washing away the dirt and particles.
Washing away the whispers and desires.
Washing away the tethers of the dunya.
The land is cleansed, the soil is fertilized.
The storm has settled, the waters have calmed.
The sun shines upon the land.
Washed away are the detritus and rubble.
Washed away are the sentiments and longings.
Washed away are the tethers of the dunya.
She is ready to stand before the All-Mighty.