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

In a blink of an eye

There she reclines..

The thought of you gone

No words can capture

Always You

This is our time

Naomi

Oh Naomi

A silent Truth

I know the silent truth..

Of holding onto a lonely grace

In the face of anger.

 

I know the quiet surrender

To tranquil silence..

Where silence becomes my voice.

 

Soulful solitude..

An inward embrace

The only comfort..

That of the Ever Watchful.

 

Allahu Alim..

A God, All-Knowing.

 

-A