1. August 2013 09:30
When looking at you
On foggy mornings or gloomy nights
At the distance from the sea
Your two mosque towers...
Call out to me.
When you come like the wind
Blowing gentle the sails of my ship,
When you talk and when you walk,
I am a sailor who calls you home.
When your aroma and your voices
a multitude of multitudes singing
Atop a minaret praying salat
Wrapped in the blanket of our own sharia
...I wish I could walk your streets