When allelse fails…

Cling to

The littlethings

The quietresistance in being able to say ‘Alhamdulillah’ when someone asks how you’redoing even when nothing feels right

When theyou in your skin doesn’t feel right

When yourmind doesn’t feel right

When theair doesn’t feel right

When theworld has descended into a darkness so deep, you’re beginning to forget whatlight feels like

Cling to

Theknowledge that even with this gargantuan difficulty, there is ease. And itshows itself in unexpected ways.

The womanwho comes to your table after a meal to say, Thank you.

The editorwho mails to say, you did good. You wrote a good book and she wishes you wellwith it.

The sunrise

The sunset

Theraindrops that chase one another down a window pane. 

The smellof fresh-cut grass

The breathin your lungs

Breath inyour lungs

How nice itwould be if that stopped, you think.

And in thesilence that would come after, you would know peace

Peace thatno worry can touch

No griefcan find

No sorrowcan sully

When Khidr(AS) killed a boy to save his parents pain, he did the parents a favour. Butthey would never know that.

They willhave mourned the child who would one day bring them sorrow.

Why wasn’tI that lucky?

But still,alhamdulllah.

It’s all Ihave for now

A mouththat can praise him in this suffocating darkness.

Hands thatcan raise

Takbeer

A back thatbends…subhana Rabbi- al Azeem

Knees thatfold… subhana Rabbi al A’laa

And in thespace between face and earth

I whisperher name

The childwho broke me

And I prayfor her

Even now, Ipray for her