So which of the favors of your Lord will you deny? [Surah Rahman: Ayah 13]
fajr [daybreak]
I rubbed my weary eyes,
and pulled my тσяи dress
a little closer,
over myｓｈｉｖｅｒｉｎｇ skin.
The horizon,
was merely a
landscape of sullen pinks,
and dreary blues,
and it reminded me,
of the better times,
that αppєαrєd to have been
too long ago.
The times where,
I wasn't out on the
concrete,
when I wasn't left empty-handed,
when I wasn't a wanderer
of broken streets, and shredded thoughts.
But
as I shifted into a
more comfortable position,
my impaired heart continued to beat,
and I continued to inhale the tainted air.
For I knew that these times,
would surpass,
just as the cold air,
which is melted by
lucent ｒａｙｓ,
And that maybe,
just maybe,
I would be able to spread my tattered
wings,
and υṉɾαṿεl my bound heart
once more.
Assalamu Alaikum or Hello,
Thank you all so much for 300+ reads. Only in my wildest dreams would I have dreamt having this many reads. Inshallah (God willing) I can continue to get more reads. And sorry if this chapter is not as up to standards as the other ones, I was experiencing a bit of a writers block. But, THANKS AGAIN TO EVERYONE WHO READ OR COMMENTED OR VOTED! :)
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faded blue
Poetryin which a girl writes down her thoughts on tattered blue pages, with only a worn-out copy of the Quran, a long dress, two granola bars, three dollars and her Lord to guide her while surviving on the streets of New York City. ~ They say that somewhe...
