a tale of two cities
here i was, touching her. trying to feel city. talking to her.
and there she was, ignoring me.
i persisted.
"your signatures do not match"! said citi ... and off she went to sleep.
نَصْرٌ مِّنَ اللَّهِ وَفَتْحٌ قَرِيبٌ nasrunmina Allahi wafathun qarreebun
here i was, touching her. trying to feel city. talking to her.
who could have imagined that a harmless evening stroll could turn into an invitation?