Bismillah,
I try to get a grip of myself,
I try to swallow the pain,
I try to hold myself not to break down again,
But as soon I recite that surah,
A tear rolled down my face,
I pause to catch my breath again,
I keep reminding myself of Him,
So I can accept everything with an open heart,
“He is Ar Rahman, He is Ar Rahim.”
I said to myself “My heart breaks so He can enter.”
That word keeps repeating in my mind,
I put my head on my turquoise sejadah,
I imagine that He is next beside me,
Hugging my little soul,
Comforting me with all His love,
“He knows what is the best for you, be patient.”
Dear Sofia 