Torch

Although you think you are worthless, weak, unattractive, a bump on a log; chances are, you’re probably not.

You’ve traveled through muddy waters, into pure seas cleansed by crystals.

A hard life raised upon, never forgotten, shaped you forever, so you doubt yourself, and accept others tormenting opinions about yourself, unable to notice the good!

Skin as dark as night, stomach showing proof of multiple lives that’s moved through it, butt as flat as perfect ground.

You feel like a failed wife, insufficient. Able to maintain the children, but fail to maintain His happiness. And so he plans to move on.

Regardless of your tears, your fears, feeling like a waste of his years, he remains strong and steadfast on what He. . . believe is right!

But remember you have little ones. Who will love you forever. Who will look up to you forever. Who will remember you forever. You can be their light to the straight path with God’s blessing.

They, will pray for you once you reach your grave. So be good to them. Strong for them. Hold them. Let them see that you. . . CAN! And that you. . . WILL! Survive this thing call replacement.

Teach your son to never break his wife’s heart for woman was made from a part of the man’s rib. He mends her! Love her. All of her. She is a reflection of. . . Him!

Teach your daughters to be strong in knowing and demanding their rights as beautiful women of Islam. To NEVER, settle for less or THINK, they have to!

Teach all of them to attain knowledge to its fullest. Act upon it! To walk with both feet on the ground, relying on God. To never forget their purpose in this life. To know that there is life after it! Strive for it!

See! You are not. . . worthless. . . weak. . . unattractive. . . a bump, on a log. You are a believer, with a purpose. So stand. Head held high. Shoulders aligned. Carry the torch. You have a pact to lead. God will give you the strength!

Waiting

You notice

this new profound him.

So eager to love.

So poised with caring words.

He wants your time.

Seems as if he craves it.

Your mind questions constantly.

Where has it come from?

Where was it all along?

How long does it intend on staying?

His idea?

Or the idea of someone else’s?

You feel confused.

Even weird at times.

You don’t know rather to melt

or proceed with caution.

Whats the catch,

the end game?

Are you being sweetened up

to be soured down?

You wonder

has he really realized your worth…

the dominance of the history…

your commitment…

your loyalty…

your strength to recognize

that you deserve the best

nothing less.

And so you wait.

You enjoy this new profound him

but you wait.

And you wait.

You are just waiting.