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“O you who believe! when you rise up to prayer, wash your faces and your hands as far as the elbows, and wipe your heads and your feet to the ankles; and if you are under an obligation to perform a total ablution, then wash (yourselves) and if you are sick or on a journey, or one of you come from the privy, or you have touched the women, and you cannot find water, betake yourselves to pure earth and wipe your faces and your hands therewith, Allah does not desire to put on you any difficulty, but He wishes to purify you and that He may complete His favor on you, so that you may be grateful.”
~Quran
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 | Listen to that sound. The only thing left to hear. The sound of paint chips falling, hitting porcelain or concrete. So quiet. So light in weight but heavy with what was left behind. Rewind.... Watch them as they float back up to their places in the ceiling and walls. Jagged edges re-connect to form a smooth surface. The tub slowly fills up with water not from the spout, but from the drain. It is cold. Water condensing on the walls. That water still exists in some form somewhere. When we think of a bath, we think of pampering, solitude, relaxation. Not in this place, not at that time. Look again at the two bright spots on each side of the tub. Two bright spots...maybe now there is rest for weary souls. | -- Melanie Moore, 1/30/12
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