"When the roots of the ground
Dare to pull on your feet
And the clouds seem
To form an endless tunnel,When the thunder
Screams the anthem of pain
And your flesh dares
To leave your bones,Run as fast as you can,
My strong soul,
Run to your Lord
And don't turn around.For what is temporary
Will melt into the thin air
You inhale every day
Through His will."— Ibtasem