11/25/1982

When I think of love,

I think of you.

Allah swt says that

He loves you seventy

times more than your mother does.

Making me the most loved woman on earth.

You have provided for me always

like Allah. Advocated for me,

cradled in your arms,

cleaned and supported.

Always there, seen and unseen.

The only constant in my life.

From your womb,

apart of you. Allah’s rahma upon me.

Today is your birthday, fourty-one.

One step closer to the grave.

There will be a day death will come.

Gently to take our souls. My response?

Allah, unite us again in Jannah. Residing in gardens with you eternally.

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