Do not hurt yourself for me, Beloved.
Do not let the weight of the world crush you to save me.
Do not cut yourself to keep me whole.
We are one.
Your burdens are mine.
Your cuts and scars will span across to my hands,
And we will be one work of art,
Sculpted by our union.
If your shoulders are there for me to cry on,
Let your tears fall on my lap,
Let all your worries fade into nothing when we speak of them.
I know sometimes the world goes dark, Beloved.
But let my smile, my words, my prayers
Shed light on everything, leaving no eerie shadows.
Let us speak of Him, Beloved,
And the one ﷺ whose love we try to emulate.
Let us send peace to him ﷺ
In melodious, lyrical unison.
Help me, Beloved.
Let us walk into Paradise
Hand in hand,
For there is no love in the flames of hell,
And love is all I know.
Take my hand, Beloved,
I see every step of yours is towards Him.
Let our paths become one -
The destination was always the same.
When I mention your name to Allah, Beloved,
I can feel the wings of the purest love
Carry my prayer to Him.
Have faith, Beloved.
We are His.
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Letters to my Beloved
PuisiLove is the only thing everyone knows, yet no one can define. It brings searing pain, but heals better than any medicine. I always speak to my Beloved, whoever that may be. It may even be you, sometimes. So walk with me, with every step we'll feel s...
