I gaze at my feet,

wondering how Allah will Command this beach to greet me-

each beach whispers hoş geldin, welcome! in its own way.

Some test you softly,

pebbles sharp and smooth, alternating,

a reflexology welcome underfoot.

Others lead you first

through wrinkled shells, broken stones,

before gifting their aquamarine embrace.

Some offer no prelude,

just a hard rock to dive from,

surrendering you to the deep.

There are those with smooth sand,

inviting at first, until the water

hides a gathering of shells from distant shores.

But the epitome, the beach of dreams,

lays down hot sand to burn away all the Nafs you carry,

waves rising tall, pulling you in,

like a mother welcoming her long-lost child.

Each beach speaks a language of its own.

How does your beach welcome you?

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