Looking up at the sky, she called for Allah Most High.
Yearning for His forgiveness, by the way she lived in ignorance.
Disturbed by her dejected life, for His Only help she cried.
In the darkest of the night, His might was her only light.
Wriggled by her problems, she let out a sob.
Asking for a solution, from that crowded mob.
All she waited for, was the one miracle.
Change of the hearts, for the relations which were wrinkled.
She asked for the mercy, from The Most Merciful.
Thanking for all the blessings, she wanted to be, among the most grateful.
Uttering a yelp, she asked for patience.
She knew, she would be responded by The Most Gracious.
With the hands, raised up high.
She knew from now on, her life will be like a twinkling star in the sky.
