I wonder if he wears slippers around the house and what surahs he likes to read during salaah and what his last thoughts are before his eyes close for the night.
I wonder what his ittar smells like and what his hair feels like and what his voice sounds like early in the morning.
I wonder if he prefers texting to calling or listening to recitation almost as much as reading and if his mother ever sang him lullabies when he was a child.
I want to know what he feels like when he hears the rain pouring and whether he appreciates the beauty of creation when he sees the birds soaring.
I wonder why I love a stranger with all my heart
and why someone who doesn’t even know my name
means more to me, than I mean to myself.