As to what's to follow next,
Yet I can't stop myself
From
Relying on the Almighty
Or seeking His help
Or losing Hope on Him.-
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Every dua of mine begins the same
With whispers of thanks for blessings shown,
Out of which none can match in heart or name,
My spouse, a gift I had never known.-
Every time Monday approaches, I can't help wishing for Sunday to last long
-
She can't help thanking the Almighty Allah
For her every 'In sha Allah'
That turned into 'Al hamdhulillah'-
Never had she known
That her destiny's woven
With the one, born
In her month; June-
Every time
You are made to feel
That you are delayed,
Dare to say aloud,
'I ain't delayed,
Rather on time'-
"How do you want me to?", she asked,
having no idea of what exactly he meant.
"Just by accompanying me for the rest of my life", he blurted out, shocking her to the core.-
How am I to thank you,
Oh my beloved ma
For all that you've done
To me selflessly
From my birth till now!?
How am I to thank you,
Oh my beloved ma
For every sacrifice
You've shed
On behalf of me!?
How am I to thank you,
Oh my beloved ma
For all the favours
That have come my way
All along from you!?-