To you, the one I need. I keep denying and feel so small, unworthy of such a journey. But in reality, I need you to make me feel whole again, to remind me, to polish me, to help erase all errors that one has, to pick me up every time I fall.
The words of Allah heal, the very ones that accompany you when you remember them and leave you when you leave them. May Allah forgive me.
With so many recent deaths, which know no age nor time, with all the sorrow and destruction, the lies and injustice in this world, one tries to seek comfort in His words.
I hope this journey of ups and downs with you will be worthwhile. I hope my tiny mirrors grow to embrace you as their main guidance, to carry you within them if one day I fail. To also have numerous companions that speak and walk with you in their hearts. Ya Rabb, I’m thankful for my Quran companions. I really am.
I may have taken more than 10 years, but I hope we’ll last forever. Be my best friend?
I promise to hold onto you dearly. Promise me, oh please, that you’d come and accompany me again when I’m alone down there.
ya rabb, ya rabb, ya rabb.
Diarinsyirah 