The colour of modesty is rouge.
It is the shade of the clouds as it witnesses the consummation of two skies;
The colour of your thoughts on my skin;
Blossoming roses when I sigh your remembrance to the winds;
my palms pressed in prayers for our reunion.
Modesty is the rouge veil that serves as the only partition between our souls
The colour of the stars in which we were named each other’s
and of the flickering candle in my hollow chambers that burns with your partition.

Faith, on the other hand, is an opaque cerulean.
The colour of the ocean, knowing it has the power to swallow anything whole but only ever performs catharsis;
The walls of a mosque that have been erected to protect the identity of a nation;
Faith is the cerulean in my veins that migrates to perform a pilgrimage only to pave a path to the centre of my universe:
The cerulean on the paintbrush that God left in the vase of my soul that reminds me that every time I shatter, I find Him deeper within.

 

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