Sitting on the prayer mat, hands cupped, praying to her Lord was a girl, about 18 years or so. With utmost concentration her lips moved, her eyes filling with tears as she asked for jannah and all that her heart desired from her Rabb ar Rahman. This beautiful conversation between the slave and her Lord was interrupted when her little brother came running to her, and as if he couldn't keep it any longer, breaking away her cupped hands.,
To jannah... In car?
The little guy asks
His eyes so curious
So innocent so full of wonder
A warm smile spreads
across her face
Her mind now lost far away
If only it was that simple little one..
But isn't that what life is?
Our journey, to jannah
Travelling through life
Having breakdowns in between
Distractions all around
Filling our tanks with eeman
And Supporting other musaafirun ;
All the while having sabr
and tawakkul in Allah azzawajal
To get us to our destination
And In Sha Allah
In Sha Allah
The eternal happiness
of reaching our desired destination
; Jannah
The longing smile still covering her face ,she hugs her brother a little tighter and whispers a small heartfelt dua may your heart always yearn for jannah ya roohi and may you be amongst those in al firdaus .
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PoetryTime ticks by Comes to a sudden halt My mind swirls a storm Feelings come across Reflect and reflect And the words flow by ©queenz3e Cover by the beautiful @puppypuff3 Hidden reminders, feelings and emotions.... Or maybe not so hidden?
