The warm marble sends a sensational feeling through my blood. Yet, something deep down tells me its not ever lasting. I notice my mother is not by my side. Then, realize that this invitation is for me-alone.
I feel the warm air brush past my face. The birds are flying around the nightly sky singing sweet melodies to each other. They seem just as playfully proud as my heart.
I try to quicken my steps, but I feel a tug. I want to run, but again, I feel a tug. I am neither walking nor running. I look down at my legs. They are covered with my long black dress. I brought it especially for this invitation.
‘Why do you not move?’ No reply.
I look around; children playing, men bickering, and women chatting. Why not me?
I feel the tears well down my face. I feel the sorrow of not being close enough, over ride me once again.
‘I only want to come inside.
I only want to be closer.
I only want to say salaam.
I beg, let me in!’
I feel the grip let loose. Everything and everyone has become quiet. The birds have stopped singing, the men have stopped bickering, the children have stopped playing and the women have stopped chatting.
my dear brothers and sisters,
laying: 
