Oh, how lonely we’ve become!
Marching through empty streets,
to the beat of a selfish drum.
We’ve cut the ties that bind us all
to heaven, to kin, to a stranger’s call,
and now we fall, and now we fall,
like dying leaves,
in an endless fall.
To read my story, click here: The Boy and His Sand Castle
The Journey of the Boy and his Sandcastle 
Mashallah
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