The Butterfly Mosque

‘It’s a strange feeling, praying into your hands, filling the air between them with words. We think of divinity as something infinitely big, but it is also infinitely small — the condensation of your breath on your palms, the ridges in your fingertips, the warm space between your shoulder and the shoulder next to you.’

- Excerpt from ‘The Butterfly Mosque’ by G. Willow Wilson

If you haven’t picked up a copy of The Butterfly Mosque by the extraordinarily talented Ms. Wilson, please do!