Dhikr It must be let out it must be called to the multitude from the rooftops to be sung the bewilderment this morning I was greeted by the sun and the trees shook  my hand and the boughs hummed a name that I almost remembered the rabbanna call of my neighbours rooster split open...

  Nightwatch In the grave of night my kin are asleep and I am companionable with the echo of the bark in the distance, the lone craft buzzing through the bejewelled cape of black velvet sky. And I am not alone, my curiosity piqued by the sense of the Watcher behind the cloak I stretch...