He made us all from clays
Of different colour and feel.
Our clays are not one, Beloved,
But our connection is Haq.
It is real.
When I felt I stopped belonging
In this world of hate,
Your smile, Beloved
Set my soul straight.
I heard them say
That there will be those
Whom you love for His sake,
Whether they are far away or close.
But I only understood, Beloved,
When I longed to hear your voice -
When all I wanted to do was see you
But I had no other choice.
Beloved, I have no yearning more
Than saying His name with you,
To sit in a room together,
Ceaselessly uttering.
Allah hu
Allah hu.
I pray that the endless abode
Is where we will forever meet,
For this separation will be nothing
When we are at our beloved's ﷺ feet.
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Letters to my Beloved
PoetryLove 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...
