live.

fear

-of what?

of getting hurt.

-but if you can hurt then you can heal

and if i cant?

-Trust Allah.

-He created the Heavens and the Earth, He created you, and created pain.

-He’ll create your health, glory, and gain.

okay, I’ll trust Allah, take the risk, and live.

-and learn and love.

and learn and love.

-now live.

 

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Draft for Perfection

Striving for the best will always come with a test

Struggle after struggle with no real rest
Have faith in Allah and Forgive any failure
Keep praying to Allah And forget your flaws
He’s the one in command
And loves for you to withstand
So tighten your belt
And draw out your pen
Its a different battlefield
One with red ink
So rise and devise
And keep your eyes on the prize 

Garden by the wishing well

Garden by the wishing well

Take these distilled moments and let it be spilt into a wishing well. 
bc it’s meant to be spent
And lost
Let love be treasured
there’s no expiration
create a new default
Where faults are now fertile ground
For gold dafodils to sprout
Weave a new basket to pick away all doubt
there is no rush
There is no hurry
whisper all your fears away
with the soft glow of late bloom
let it consume the grief away
let it lash the confusion with lush lavender
be rained upon with cream rose petals
that reflect good memories from the past

This is your garden and that is your well.
so flourish
And let trickle the days you fell

Fairest of em all

I’m a queen of my own making

My sweat adorns me with gold

My feet carry me to my throne

And my lowered eyes make me high
security is my sword

upright shoulders and a solemn tongue

I have honor shadowing my path
Virtue has draped me in a cape

And my heart has become my veil

My secrets are my strength, of which is no one’s avail.
I’ve no ditches dug for blackmail or treachery

I don’t need a fort to keep me snug

My honor is the sun and cool air beeming around me and creating happy shadows, 

I have nothing to hide
I can’t be fought over a drought dried of delight and rain

I’ve distanced myself from your woeful gain
There is no usury without the ingredient of misery

and I have none, thus I’m unbeatable

And my journey has just begun
My head is bare of a crown, my keen scrutiny is enough for a noticable light of status.

I don’t look into murky water, it’s a waste of divine time

I’m a queen of my own making, and my successor is my good deeds

Thus creating Never ending waves as my army
My name may be one day forgotten

But my work will be everlasting

And that makes me

The fairest of em all

#sjw

#female