Holding the journal with her slender fingers , she sits on the bed snuggled up in the wintery warmth. As the events of the day passes her mind , her eyes seem to dull , tears pooling by .
The eyes ,a witness to her horrible day and the pages of her journal , a witness to her falling droplets .,
Tears pool out of my eyes
It can no longer bear the guise
Of the laughter that masks
The hopeless sighs
Or the smile that hides
The broken tides
How much have I cried
'cos of this dunya that has my heart tied
And my eyes open wide
As they lay awake at night
Dreaming , for a blissful life
When hope in me died
And no one was left by my side
It was You Al Hadi
Who guided my mind
To the only path
that was and is right
It was You Al Jabbar
Who mended my sight
For blurry were my eyes
Getting blinded by the lies
Of this measly life
It was You Al Naseer
Who helped me in my dark times
When tears fell from my eyes
Only getting dried
With the wind passing by
And now I wish
I did not cry
Except for You
O Rabb of mine
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