بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

I want our tawwakul to be as deep the ocean, as certain as we are of existing, is how well we know He's never let us be alone in trouble, without reprieve or relief, inevitable His mercy, suited most to His slaves that couldn't forget Him. I hope your days are like the calm surface of seas, gentle rolling waves, when you can keep remembrance, and even find moments of flight while walking with ground beneath, my duas the wings you always have, but may not always see (: