I feel a grief inside my chest. My heart is burning. My breaths are filled with smoke. From the blaze of my eyes tears bleed down. What have I done to feel this sorrow?

I look around. I see a man, dressed in grey and white. His eyes are the moon on a starlit night. He passes me and I fall down on my knees. I look behind him. Only his footprints are on the sand, alone and abandoned.

I don’t know his name but I scream with agony the scar of my soul. He turns around and comes forth. He touches my breast and with his his spiritual hand takes out my heart, once on fire, now in serenity. He blows away the dust and shows me the scar.

I weep. He continues walking on his journey eterntiy. I’m left behind with my heart in my hand. I kiss it and prostrate on the sand to the Lord of the Worlds. I lift my hand. The blood from the scar has shaped some words on the sand. I read it and cry. Now I understand what sweetheart my heart is longing for. Now I realize the sorrow embracing. Now I see……….it is written:

On your heart are engraved the words,
Ali is the king of the world!