The blessed hand
Is it magic
Does it defy quantum physics
What a luminous aura around it
Is it the hand of a saint
Is it the hand of a Sufi
The mere touch of it
Rains down mercy
When that hand blessed my head
It appeared as if I was drowned in the sea of calmness
A sense of peace descended on me
Every muscle in my body was relaxed
Every cell in my body was rejuvenated
There was something magical about it
There was something other worldly about it
That sense of peace I felt twenty years a go
That Divine touch I miss every day
It was the hand of my mother
Chandbibi Faroqui
In the quietness of my house
In the stillness of the night
I yet feel that hand on my head
As I reach out to touch the Divine feet
( Dr Fazal Faroqui)
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