after fajr it is raining a little bit. it’s sunday morning, i’m still awake. insomnia means i never miss that prayer. my body is calm water. i find myself standing at the window for a long while, until the rain quiets down. my hand against the glass, like a gentle touch upon the shoulder of the sky. i’m overwhelmed. my biggest downfall is my brightest blessing, i feel too much, all the time. ya Allah, if it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day.
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You write so beautifully, but it's more than that. You validate all those of us who've always sensed we were different, but couldn't find the words. Turns out they were with you all along. Thank you for sharing them with us.
You write so beautifully, but it's more than that. You validate all those of us who've always sensed we were different, but couldn't find the words. Turns out they were with you all along. Thank you for sharing them with us.
you move me sis... more than words, your gift is sun. I pray you'll always be blessed with a bleeding pen and a light tongue.
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