sufi · Day 173 · Week 25
Rabia Looks for the Needle
Pregnancy turns the eye inward. So much of what a mother needs is not 'out there' to be searched for. It is already inside, where her own light is gently growing.
We so often look for the lost thing in the bright place, when it was dropped in the dark of our own room.
In the old city of Basra, beside a narrow lane that smelled always of bread and orange peel, lived a small woman with very bright eyes.
Her name was Rabia.