Every time we wash ourselves, let us also reflect on the inner cleansing, which is to wash the heart of petty desires. Gaibi, a Melami poet, says:
May I neither be proud of my worship,
nor pleased with my wisdom.
May I be freed of all my petty desires.
Let no heart be hurt because of me.
If we could see what we carry inside, we could reflect on the subtle relationship between the false-self image we try to maintain and our lack of real love. Washed of petty envy, resentment, and pride, any human being becomes a pure sanctuary. Why do we accept to be anything less? Let our outer ablution also be an inner cleansing.