Stop your crying.
It’ll be alright.
To my sunflower, golden as the sun,
blooming in His light, giving life to the lives you touched. May you always bloom in His light.
I hope you know you light my path in your beauty and gracefulness. Your love revolves beyond my world, up to the skies even the stars felt it. You never gave up on me, or left me by my own. And I’m sorry for all those times I couldn’t bring myself to you. I need you to know you’re amazing and I’m blessed I met a sunflower to be part of my little garden.
You’re a walking blessing to every path you cross, leaving fragrance to the hands you held. Even the trees know it. Thank you for believing in me despite all my flawed self.
But for better or for worse, I’ve got you.
And Your Lord says, “Call upon me, I will respond to you.”
Surah Al-Ghafir (40:60)
The more you let go, the higher you rise.
“Then, put thy trust in Your Lord and enough is Him as a disposer of affairs.”
But, what did you let go?
I’ve learn one of a few things on entreaty
It’s the most deafening wound yet the courageous front against rage.
It may not be an extricate shot, before guilt and regret.
But remaining silent, never meant to be forever be silenced.
I don’t write as often, it’s an internal bloody war of being myself and knowing it’ll be stab against me now.
But I’ll still write, even if prevailing the truth carved in me would seem pathetic.
For I’ll still write to You, even if only a word is left in me.
“Or do you think that you will enter Paradise while such [trial] has not yet come to you as came to those who passed on before you? They were touched by poverty and hardship and were shaken until [even their] messenger and those who believed with him said,”When is the help of Allah?” Unquestionably, the help of Allah is near.”