When a photo shoot takes on a deeper meaning than just a few pretty women standing together wearing pretty scarves.
When a religion perfectly integrates many into one.
When individuals stand shoulder in prayers, under one Lord.
When the beggar is richer than a king through the precise count of his deeds, though what matters, through what no one sees.
When the different shades of one’s skin do not determine the value of their being.
When the class of an individual isn’t woven in the garments of silk he wears, but in the kindness woven in her heart.
When the past of a man does not condemn his future.
When a people of every background, every colour, of every caste come together under a single call of prayer.
When beauty has not one colour or shape or size but lies in many random acts of kindness and mercy.
When a scarf over ones head and cloths of modesty shift from outward attire to identity flowing true through ones’ blood.
When women come together in a community of support and sisterhood.
When the different shades of brown and black and yellow and white turn as fluid as the sands in our desert, as fluid as they were meant to be.
When patriarchy has no place in a religion of absolute faith