أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
not a fan of Sundays, the day before Monday, beginning of a work week, when the grind gets under way, but then there was a Sunday...
where your words reached across time and space, closed the distance in seconds, so two connected, as if they'd never been missing. the most beaconly of beacons, she who breathes as one with resonance, whose existence erases separation, and invites only embrace and union, sparkled once again, alhamdulillah. it was never in my hands, never in my knowledge, the best of paths to take or refrain, but timing is a thing He owns, and our response what we have some control over. to me, it is a blessing, to be loved by one whom myself accepted, an intertwining exchange of equals, each in whom selflessness it evokes, and so as humans we made each other better, once His qadr decrees our paths meet together.
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the yellow-gold heart for a sunrise, the reddest rose for a sunset, such metaphors she composed, with meaning once she framed us as; beauty eternal in both, and by His grace, the most fragrant echoes of each, we carry ever onward, iA.
