May Your Heart
Find Its Way Home

Some hearts are like gardens after winter,
quiet,
bare,
waiting for a season only Allah can send.

I think yours has been waiting for spring.

So I won’t pray for flowers.
I’ll pray for the rain that teaches them how to bloom.

I won’t pray for an easy road.
I’ll pray that every stone beneath your feet becomes a witness that you kept walking when giving up felt easier.

The moon is never less beautiful because the sky hides it,
and neither are you because hardship has hidden your light.

One day, Insha’Allah,
the same heart that has carried storms
will become someone’s reminder that storms always pass.

If we were two travelers resting beneath the same tree,
then Alhamdulillah for the shade we shared.

When it was time to keep walking,
I couldn’t carry your footsteps,
and you couldn’t carry mine.

But I can still ask Allah to make your road gentle,
your burdens lighter,
and your destination closer to Him.

Maybe we weren’t written as each other’s ending.

Maybe we were written as each other’s du’a.

So if the wind ever reminds you of a chapter now closed,
don’t remember my name.

Remember the Lord who never closed His door to either of us.

May Allah turn every tear into mercy,
every delay into wisdom,
every ache into healing,
and every lonely night into a conversation with Him.

And if our stories ever rhyme again,
let it be because Allah was the Author all along.