A Prayer Rope

I was walking. You may have noticed. Since the pandemic has tightened its besiegement on us, I started favoring the inner roads in our area, for my walking. Seeing people, (exchanging) a word or two, a greeting from afar, break for me some of this suffocating siege. I saw it. It was lying there on the road, “dark, but lovely”. It seemed to be waiting for me! I went down to it, and held it with my hand. This is a prayer rope I know, I even found myself knowing who had left it behind. The place is an indication. Here is the entrance of the building in which my friend lives. I picked up my phone and called him. You should have heard his happiness upon knowing that his prayer rope is walking with me! This is a weapon in the battle of seeking unity with God. “Warriors”, alone, are able to understand the significance of this weapon in the battle of fate!