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أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

think if it's a she, i'd give her your name, maybe at least in the middle, matching my own initial, alhamdulillah for your visiting that most sacred space we have on this earth, i remember few years back it was your wish to go, and now fulfillment He made something almost deserved (gifts are always gifts, from Him to us, never truly earned, rather blessings surrounded and offered without counting).

my own chase for the Garden has not changed, not dimmed, not after He made you the pull that you are, and kept you a little out of my orbit, so every night the sun sets, i might look up and be reminded, every struggle is just a single step, forward the chance, to maybe be worthy of asking Him to be granted thy company in Eternity forever. 

my Mia visits her hometown, and i'm visited by apartness, like a tireless stalker upon days of silence or distance from my beloved, wish that at least a single beacon could orbit me close without ending, but i know it's simply part and parcel of His testing, so used to this i was made by one my earliest of shatterings. alhamdulillah though, i have zero complaint. i have loved and i love, have and am yet loved, even if your silence i do not welcome, it's the mechanism He uses to see if patience runs as red as hope in blood that flows still.

 

let the dreamer dream, even if it was borne out of a tear He brought in our fabric, it's alright, after all He was in the first place our Fashioner, every part of us belongs to Him, submission is the heart's beat, even as we think it's our own assumption. may He make your every step from now easier and lighter, on account of trials with which my Moon stays shining, struggling and persevering through every drought and downpour of earthly making.