(quiet music)
- [Narrator] I dream not of Utah's January smog,
but of clean air wafting through my lungs
like a long, cold drink of water,
rivers without end that transform into vibrant oceans.
I hold my ear to the shell of the past and present
and listen to the voices that come through.
In my galaxy of private epiphanies
in Utah's mountains and deserts,
I have found a way to create an interconnected mesh
of my heritage and my fierce love of this planet,
grounding and consolidating all my various identities
into one based in empathy, kindness, and connectedness,
teachings I have found time and time again in the Quran.
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