Bismillah...

in a process to become a better person & a better muslim.

Dear Allah,

Sometimes I’m stubborn and I don’t let you have complete control over my life, like I should. Please enter my heart and help keep me steadfast and be the woman you know I can be. I want to be like Mary was and I want you to use me to bring others to you. 

                                                                                                  Ameen

Harsh Words arn’t they?

You know how the moon and the stars brighten the darkness of the sky?

I thought our love did the same, the same with you and I.

Through it all, I thought our love illuminated through this world…

Until I found out you was fucking some random girl.

Harsh words arn’t they? Bitter feelings will do that. Ask me. I know. I’ve already been through that.

Un-measurably, appropriately, constantly and so sincerely

Where is he that nestle’s my fragile spirit?

Embracing a deep vulnerability to brighten my life and touch my soul 

He that strives to live so righteous, that he’d help me take back the purity that life stole

He that’d bring something so unmatched, so precious, no diamond or pearl could quantum the same sense

He who was just so right at the right time

He’d be my mister perfect tense

He’d make so much sense…

Sometimes words don’t make due

But a love so pure, it’d grow every time we’d breathe

So close it’d be my blood he’d bleed

It’d be our love that I’d need

An intricate array of to complex, to delicate, comfortable, effortless, I love being in love with the man that I love….

It seems like some sort of hallucination, this piece of reality that fell from my imagination, together we’d concoct our own hopes and aspirations….

What would I do with a love so unfair?

You’d always be right there and I’d be right beside you

You’d be the human attachment of my being, You’d be everything that I do….

I’d be more than what he wanted and more than what he thought I was

He’d love me differently than his obligations,

He’d love me just because

I’d be the one he’d hold on to, the one he’d smile coming home to and other than Allah, he’d be the only other I

I’d belong to.

The word husband would do our bond no justice.

He’d be the one I’d grow old with, and there’d be no other man that could control this

Considering the fact that I’d love him…

Un-measurably, appropriately, constantly and so sincerely