Msabqat Alhrwf -

And rose like a mountain: “I am the echo, the distant drum, the final word of a forgotten poem.”

Then the judge — — announced: *“No letter wins alone. In every word, you bow to one another. Alif leans on Lam. Ba’ rests under Meem. Even the proud Qaf yields to the call of Alif in ‘Qur’an’ . msabqat alhrwf

smiled softly, a dot beneath its curve: “Without me, no house is built, no door opens. I am the embrace of language.” And rose like a mountain: “I am the

arched its neck like a proud horse, carrying the sounds of valleys and secrets: “I am the wind in the palm groves, the call of the traveler at dawn.” Ba’ rests under Meem

and Dhal walked side by side, twin swords of meaning — one sharp, one soft. “We are the steps of the messenger, the dust rising behind a caravan.”

Competition of Letters