There is always something to look forward to. In pain, look forward to healing. In hardship, look forward to ease. And in separation, look forward to reunion. Allah has promised the believers all these things.
To love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
إنّ فَساد الأديانِ يَجيء من تَحولها إلى ألفاظٍ ومَظاهر
The corruption of religions comes from turning them to mere words and appearances.
Every story inside of me remembers you.
laughs at you
behind your back,
you begin to feel
that your entire
history with them
is a cruel joke.
Do good and throw it into the sea, for even if the fish do not notice, God will.
Some goodbye’s never end.
They just linger, like regret.
You have a
knack for getting
under my skin,
and it terrifies me
how much I want
you to stay there.