Imam’s Greeting to a Mother

Always, songs of joys are modulated on the plectrum of hopes. Their expressions are adorned on being drawn from the future’s sack. A child complains, “Mother! Sleep’s eluding me. Tell me a story.” She lays down a condition, “Close your eyes first and only then will I narrate one for you.” The child does as … Continue reading Imam’s Greeting to a Mother