The thoughts that crossed my mind as I stood in front of the Holy Shrine of I.Ali, the nucleus of Najaf al Ashraf. I fear I cannot do it eve a fraction of justice but this is just a mere atom in the lovers of Ali bleeding her emotion into words...
A breeze brushes against my face, far from bleak,
A drop of water, trickles down my cheek,
A rhythm in my chest accelerates faster and faster, to its peak,
A breath struggles to leave, my lungs fall weak,
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