As Ahmadi trekked through the desert, the relentless sun beating down on him, he spoke of an oasis that legend said existed just before one reached the gates of Chastity—a mystical place where one's true intentions and heart were revealed.
In the boundless desert of desire, A lone traveler searches, heart on fire. For an oasis, a haven, a place to rest, Before the gates of Chastity, where love finds its test.
Here, the traveler finds peace and shade, A moment's pause, before the heart's next trade. The oasis represents all that's been sought, A fleeting haven, before the vows are brought.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, they spotted it—the oasis. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, and a pool of water shimmered, like a mirror reflecting the heavens.
But as the sun sets, casting shadows long, The traveler knows, their journey's not wrong. For before Chastity's gates, they must stand, With a heart purified, and a willing hand.