My Skin is on Fire

My skin, is on fire.

I called Mama – hysterically on the phone at work – I could not stand it, my scalp, my ears and my back, they were all burning, as if I am standing just an inch away from a wild raging fire. I wanted to run away that very moment and rip my hair off my head because the pain was and still is,

excruciating.

Another burning sensation again.

My skin, is on fire.

I need to bury myself in snow,

very

very

deep.

I asked my beloved, if this is what Jahannam feels like, will my beloved let me go to Jannah?

Please.

Simply begone. Forever.