inter.Twin.ed

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

 

if you have ever thought, "what does he get out of loving me?"

thy answer:

 

am i made richer or poorer, sicker or healthier? maybe with more cars or houses or fancy clothes or something further than this?

no, my Twin, from knowing and loving and showing you, i gain a sun a moon a million stars of the sky, a universe unto itself, made by Him Who fashioned these parts of ourselves from the beginning. perhaps prior to this year, i would have said i hate missing my beloved, but this past summer, hearing tumbled from thy lips, "..i think you quite enjoy missing, actually..", and thereafter, it became my truth: i relish every second He keeps me waiting, for His gifts of which, especially my Twin and her embrace, delightfully capture my imagination.

 

~ ~ ~

these are two parts of my existence these days: 

 

the first, considering the present moment, responsibilities to fulfill and a beautiful provision in my Gift He bestowed on me, to make these days in-between not ones of being alone but closer to completeness. 

the second, in the back of my mind, Firdaus and my beloved, crowning jewels of His ridwaan, a bit far off in the distance, but with as much as He's permitted me to learn, as if i can see them now, almost hold almost touch, smiles on their faces as barriers vanish and we inhale limitlessness. 

Alhamdulillah, forever and always.

Of glittering and glowing

أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

 

not all that glitters is gold, and what's gold doesn't always glitter, slowly sowing the seeds of brilliance for a Gift that i would hold forever. often i've lamented the limitations of surfaces and how meaning is so much more worth savoring when inner and outer tie in together, and more and more her layers beginning to mesh, the petals starting to expand, though we know some of the thorns of this rose, it's a price intently paid just that she might fully harness her beauty and command lust as an instrument of love flowing infinitely...and all the while, i bathe in her radiance, my own chest re-fulfilled in every instance my head finds her bosom in rest. 

alhamdulillah, for ever and ever and always, to be by such good provision kept, to have in the back of the mind in constancy, among the most treasured of hopes, of this sadr that He might let to continually expand, embracing his beacons beloved whether sooner or later, ever partial to their guidance and safety in knowing that this slave, who hath loved, wouldst never stop loving or caring or reaching for Eternity, when their bodies and hearts and souls finally intertwine in peace and fulfillment and bliss; such is my goal, ameen ya Rabb.