To be in tune
Tuesday, March 25, 2025
Sunday, March 23, 2025
All Our Memories
All of our memories
Trinkets & notes..
Photos & sketches..
Poems & letters..
All the words spoken..
Every warm embrace.
All woven in the weave of Creation
Like the sands of time..
They slip away
No longer tangible..
Yet they'll always Be..
A part of all existence.
-A
Trinkets & notes..
Photos & sketches..
Poems & letters..
All the words spoken..
Every warm embrace.
All woven in the weave of Creation
Like the sands of time..
They slip away
No longer tangible..
Yet they'll always Be..
A part of all existence.
-A
Saturday, March 22, 2025
I thank Him
And I thank Him
For the merging of our souls..
How did He craft such magic
Between just two?
In all the universes..
Within endless worlds, ever expanding..
We are smaller than an atom.
Yet by His will, I feel it all with you.
So much majesty in so little space..
A knowing, a feeling..
Rippling through all existence.
-A
For the merging of our souls..
How did He craft such magic
Between just two?
In all the universes..
Within endless worlds, ever expanding..
We are smaller than an atom.
Yet by His will, I feel it all with you.
So much majesty in so little space..
A knowing, a feeling..
Rippling through all existence.
-A
Sunday, March 16, 2025
Recurring Lesson
A recurring lesson in life..
Forgiveness doesn't mean forgetting.
Remembering, though bittersweet in
retrospect..
Is a means of self-preservation..
A prerequisiste to growth.
The catch?
Not allowing the past to rob your peace
in the present.
Don't let it steal this moment..
Don't let it haunt a brighter future.
-A
Forgiveness doesn't mean forgetting.
Remembering, though bittersweet in
retrospect..
Is a means of self-preservation..
A prerequisiste to growth.
The catch?
Not allowing the past to rob your peace
in the present.
Don't let it steal this moment..
Don't let it haunt a brighter future.
-A
Teardrops pour
I do not want to forget..
Nor can I turn a blind eye.
I move through my days, counting my
blessings...
Yet within' me, teardrops pour silently.
How can one be human..
How can one remain sentient..
Without a h eart that burns for humanity?
I praise Allah for the bittersweetness in
my soul..
A weight, a mercy, a flame that never
fades..
-A
Nor can I turn a blind eye.
I move through my days, counting my
blessings...
Yet within' me, teardrops pour silently.
How can one be human..
How can one remain sentient..
Without a h eart that burns for humanity?
I praise Allah for the bittersweetness in
my soul..
A weight, a mercy, a flame that never
fades..
-A
Thursday, March 13, 2025
Raising our littles
We try to pass onto them the lessons learned from our own youth. The lessons derived from both the good and the bad. Carrying fourth the blessings of love if you were fortunate to behold it.. And the lessons of pain and hardships outside your child self.. Lessons that take a lifetime to learn. Realizations that you come to make as an adult looking back on that child you once were.
Looking at your littles and as you soothe, comfort and motivate them.. Peering into their eyes and also nurturing the child you once were.
I thank Allah for everything that has led me to where I am standing. Here within my soul that nobody may know! God knows best, Allahu Alim. The greatest comfort.
-A
Looking at your littles and as you soothe, comfort and motivate them.. Peering into their eyes and also nurturing the child you once were.
I thank Allah for everything that has led me to where I am standing. Here within my soul that nobody may know! God knows best, Allahu Alim. The greatest comfort.
-A
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