بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

from 2/11:

if words could be melodies to bring dying stars back to life with every gaseous breath they breathe, then your voice was such a tune for me. forgive me for this hyperbole, no other way to grasp with mortal means how joyous made the heart with what i could not expect to hear or see. in truest truth, neither life nor death bothers me a bit, as you've always been a beacon of mine for which this dunya all i give. remain at peace my dear Moon, sadness is not to be thy cloak, rather Love is yours to be held in and hold, in anticipation of the Day my Rabb lets it wrap you up whole.  

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Alhamdulillah for the simplest blessings, ones we never saw coming, but ears reminded still of a goal most precious.