When I'm alone,
You're there accompanying me.
When I'm sad,
You're there cheering me.
When I'm elated,
You're there to be happy for me.
When I'm tired,
You're there to help me.
When I'm crumpled,
You're there to listen to me.
You're always there.
Everywhere.
Every time.
Any time.
All the time.
There isn't enough thanks,
That I could give.
Never.
For I am only a humble servant,
Who walks in this worldly things.
So all I can say is,
Thank you for being there.
Thank you for holding my hand,
And guided me,
Through this loneliness,
Through this sorrows,
Through all the pain and heartbreak.
I couldn't thank You enough,
Oh, Allah.
Thank you, Allah.
Alhamdulillah.
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The Little Things
PoetryOne shots. Relatable things. For girls, And guys. For muslims, And muslimah. For all, That needed to let things out, To clear your mind, To explain the pain, The anger, The trust, The hatred, The love, The little things.
