Ya Rabb, please multiply his good deeds,
subtract away his bad deeds –
baby boy in blue, birthed in the summer.
May his slate be clear like his.
Please purify him for his meeting with you.
May he intercede for his family on the day
of Yawm mul Qiyamah.
May he be the cause of his family’s entrance in jannah.
Tell Maut, take his soul gently.
Please – Maut to take his soul gently.
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajiun.
Surely, we belong to Allah, and to Him we shall return.
There was a war once, in my village. Great-grandfather left behind; a blind man gone missing. Right before my grandmother left For faraway city that promised hope for my grandmother and her four kids. When she returned, she never saw her father again. I can feel myself hardening with
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
Bathed in wind, Breaded with love. Garden turned yellow, scattered debris. Polaroid of me and you, Immortalized memories, What we once were, people we’ll never again be. Endings bitter sweet, Judge people harshly. Your face to mine like water to my lips - sustain me. Wooden spoon, Bits of me.
Community feels like warm, sticky toffee. I taste it, and I instantly feel at home. The sight of seeing old friends again all grown up and different. Tainted perfectly by life’s experiences, each carrying a unique scroll of stories they dare to share. I feel joy, for we’ll