Tell her He is with the oppress
Tell her He is with the distress

Tell her He is with the traveller, the grief and the broken heart

Tell her of her Master – The Al-Baqi, The Everlasting even if time is count in lightning years apart

For He is to his servant, as she remembers Him, but tons closer than in her heart.

To The Creator you are one, to the creation you are none.  

Your little heart wouldn’t know what failure and lost felt like.
For you only understood matters by sight 

But your heart, small as it seems, but pure as light.
Among the brightest, filled with love and crafted by the Almight

May the little heart be left unharmed by the worldly plights
And make love your one and only guide 

And may it always be,
Just like where He is,

right by your side. 

To every end, a new adventure awaits.

For it’s never an end for those who walk through His gates. 

The only people with whom you should get even with are those that raised and helped you. 

The only people with whom you should give your all are those that never doubted yours. 

The only people with whom you should make your only people are those that made you theirs. 

But the only people are after all, only people. 

A malediction of what’s not meant. 

The moon chased after the sun before he could make her stay,
But it turned into a lonely night before day.

The rainbow cheered the cloud up before he teared,
But it turned  into a furious thunderstorm before it cleared.

For if the solemn utterance and solicitous deed is intended for love to be known and felt by the need, 
Then, there won’t be beauty before it.