This excerpt from the poem, Tears of Blood composed over a decade ago, talks about today. She is represented by the Ka’aba.
We are working in a room. You me and —-. I see you happy, smiling and laughing while working. I am bringing some work to you. The walls of the room are red. I read Mahdi in the room.
I feel I forgot an important part of the dream or was made to forget. Mahdi is written with metal in the middle of the room, like a statue. Strong and heavy.
