Salt

Sea breeze is magic by itself. The iridescent ocean with its endless horizon though is something else altogether. Something about the white sand, the great ships with gulls about them, something about open skies over the water, how two expanses meet in an imaginary line. Inviting in its rawness, terrifying in its vastness. 

You want to fling yourself into the water, swim to the edge, stand on the horizon and fall into the sky. Ascension into the great beyond. Restful release. 

But the grave is also an ocean. 

‘Umar Ibn Al-Khattaab (ra) said:

“There are four types of oceans:

passion is the ocean of sins,

the nafs is the ocean of desires,

death is the ocean of lives,

and the grave is the ocean of regrets.”