Then and Dad came, heavy with depth, letters only the throat dares to hold: “We are the oases, the dark dates, the summer’s weight on the tongue.”
smiled softly, a dot beneath its curve: “Without me, no house is built, no door opens. I am the embrace of language.” msabqat alhrwf
Then the judge — — announced: *“No letter wins alone. In every word, you bow to one another. Alif leans on Lam. Ba’ rests under Meem. Even the proud Qaf yields to the call of Alif in ‘Qur’an’ . Then and Dad came, heavy with depth, letters