She gazed at the cresent,
filled with hope and promise.
The wind brushed in place,
but her hijab stayed in place.
She hardly felt cold.
The moon was perfectly shaped,
like the blade of a scythe.
It brightened the land outstretched below,
illuminating the girl with wonder.
She knew she wasn't alone.
The clouds framed the night's light,
as if god painted them in their stations.
She knew this sight could inspire other nations.
The Ramadan moon engulfed all shadows in light.
The night wasn't scary.
In fact, it was welcoming.
Reminding the girl in blue,
sitting on the roof,
that everything had a purpose.
And that the creator was the artist of this master piece.
