By Zhema
The meeting the universe wove for us,
Veiled in mysteries, leaving questions behind.
Why does it feel as though I've known you for so long,
Bound by silent déjà vu, an unshaken thread of fate?
When you faltered, drowning in despair,
When the weight of pain dimmed your prayer,
Something unseen pulled me to your side,
Erasing my shame, casting my fears aside.
I stood by you, a shadow in your darkest night,
Guided by unseen hands to restore your light.
Not as a lover, for that path was sealed,
But as a fleeting balm, a heart concealed.
For you are a man whose soul is tied,
To another light, though distance divides.
A glow that waits behind Gaza's gate,
Its radiance pure, its love innate.
And I, a woman from the land of Angels,
Caught between devotion and what my heart feels.
I endure the ache, an untamed longing,
Yet I choose the path where Allah's love is reigning.
You, too, remain steadfast and true,
To the light that guides and strengthens you.
You turn to the Qur'an, a divine melody,
To calm your heart and align with eternity.
Yet in the silence of my nightly prayers,
I ask for strength to honor His light and care.
For I was sent, a fleeting guide,
To calm the storm raging inside.
Now, I step back, fading into the past,
A role fulfilled, my presence won’t last.
For Allah writes stories with wisdom and love,
And mine was to guide, then return above.
I leave with a heart heavy yet whole,
Praying Allah grants peace to my soul.
And though our paths diverge, I’ll forever pray,
That your light shines brighter with each passing day.
My reward lies not in what could have been,
But in resisting the whispers of sin.
For love is a test, and I bow to His will,
May He grant us Jannah, where hearts are still.
The land of Angels, 16 January 2025.
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