Embrace Yourself

We are told that to be feminine we have to be weak, weak enough to only need the mans help.

We are told that we have to be a certain size, with small hands, feet and body overall.

We hear those statements so much we begin to believe, and question just why we aren't as feminine. 

We look at our hand and our feet and our reflections, and we begin to believe we are less feminine than we should be.

But have we stopped to think, that all this is part of a divine plan, to create beauty in diversity? 

Have we taken a moment to realize, that we are all creations of The Best of Planners? 

Don't we think that whatever He has created was created in perfection and meant to be just the way it is?

I say beauty lies in diversity, and beauty is when we embrace ourselves for who we are. We are all feminine in our own special ways, and in Jannah would we attain the greatest levels of beauty and perfection as promised by our Lord. 

Comfort In Solitude

Each morning, I start my day with a new determination, to love myself for who I am. To remind myself of the good side of me instead of constantly being saddened by the flaws that make me human in the first place. When I'm with Him my heart mends, for He reminds me to count my blessings and to look at those below me and not those above me. He comforts me, reminding me that all that matters to Him is my heart and my deeds.

But then I step out into the world, and then comments are thrown. Serious ones and those as jokes, and my weak little mending heart begins to break again despite the smile on my face... And I am left a little more broken than I was before.

So I go back to Him, and He welcomes me warmly. I cry to Him while He listens attentively. And He reminds me of that which I had forgotten, that what matters is what He thinks of me and not what others say about me. Hence I find comfort in solitude, in the quiet moment with my heart and with my Lord, and with each passing day, I am drawn away from people... and perhaps, just perhaps someday I would be closest to Him ❤️

Their Faces ❤️

          Her Face ❤️

So innocent, yet spell binding.

Her face has been my comfort whenever life weighed me down.

Away from reality, in the land of dreams,

The innocence of her eyes brought warmth to my heart.

How fragile she is.

A life depending on me, yet filling me with life.

Perhaps someday I would hold her in my arms, her little frame filling them.

Perhaps someday she would no longer be a dream,

And her face would comfort me every single day.

But till then, the memory of her innocence would I hold on to, 

To bring a smile on my face whenever I remember her's .

          His Face ❤️

He was with her, his face so gentle it made my heart smile.

He was her father, the father of my bundle of joy.

And my heart.... it felt content,

For he was far from perfect, but perfect to me.

I needed no words when I was with him, for our hearts spoke louder than words ever could.

He was a blessing, the father of a blessing,

And our family felt complete just the three of us.

Perhaps someday you would no longer be a dream.

But till then, be it in this dunya or in Jannah, I would wait patiently for both of you;

To have you close to me.