I'm more than just a cross word, the upward side diagonal.
You'd narrow your eyes to find me & I'd probably give you a headache and strain.
I could be readable and yet not understandable.
You'd see and confuse me as someone else, and yet you'll never find me elsewhere.
It'd probably even hurt your ego that you couldn't find me, a word in the crossword.
And you'll envy the one who found it just a second later.
Perhaps, maybe I was just your upward side diagonal.

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• Tawwakul •

It means to entrust all your matters to Allah alone. To not worry about your outcomes. To not take stress and to not make yourself anxious. Islam doesn't just guide you to the right path, but also cares about you. Both mentally and physically. It's there for you as a protecting shield. It's never a barrier, nor does it ever intend to be.
Can you imagine how beautiful the concept of tawwakul really is? To have you backed up, even if you were to continuously sin, but came back with one sincere repentance. Subhanallah!

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to untie all the knots from my past
to ensure that trauma was my last,
patiently walking bare on the blades
erasing all the blood washed names.

i'm indecisive if you owe me an apology
or if you must dictate to me an eulogy,
paved my way to end the cyclic turmoil
unaware of your fire burnt with my oil.

cleaning my hands with butter soaps
lathering the loofah with bitter hopes,
you sew my heart without anesthesia
painted me blue and ran your galleria.

i say 'leave me not', you hear 'i'll leave'
bringing me back to life, you leave.
applaud from crowd, 'you saved a life!'
repeating it, you make someone your wife.

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cindy lou who

wrote every morning that you'll stay mine forever
fought with the stars, but the fate was so clever,
letting you go will break my heart through
cindy lou who.

told we were soulmates that night in the kitchen
now here we are, with the faith that's ditchin',
swore on your heart and said love was true
cindy lou who.

held on my scars and then kissed them so tight
pointed at the moon and said that it was alright,
cupped in your palms for my veins so blue
cindy lou who.

every night that I miss you, I reread your letter
longed for the reason as who could be the debtor,
with my heart so weak, I can't bid adieu
cindy lou who.

— rushdah

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