The scroll unfolds—a sacred start, With herbs of law and flame of heart. The Torah served on plates of gold, A taste of justice, firm and bold. But hush—the banquet is not done, Another dish beneath the sun. The Koran steams with layered spice, A deeper cut, a sharper slice. Prophets stirred the ancient broth, In pots of mercy, strength, and wrath. From Sinai’s peaks to desert sand, Each bite was shaped by Allah’s hand. The Torah fed our hunger first, It taught restraint, it quenched the thirst. Yet still we crave the final course, Where wisdom flows from clearer source. A menu shaped by time and grace, Each chapter served in sacred place. To dine is more than just to eat— It's truth that makes the meal complete.
The joy of a meal is precisely in the enjoyment of its courses. The benefit brought by dessert and entree being made by separate chefs is the reason why pastry and savory are separate specialties. We will dine together, and on that day, a nephew will be reunited with an uncle, and a pair of battling brothers will learn the true meaning of their father's sacrifice.