To the Soul Sister I Never Met
We’ve never spoken,
not with words the world could hear.
We’ve never touched hands,
but our hearts—
they recognize each other.
Like a whisper from ‘Alam al-Arwah,
I feel you.
Like a bond older than time,
I know you.
Before this world veiled our souls in skin and place,
perhaps we sat together—
in the presence of our Lord,
light upon light,
promising to find each other
when the dunya would grow dark.
I see you now, ukhti—
not with eyes,
but with the heart that beats Laa ilaaha illAllah.
Through every tear you shed in sujood,
through every silent night you battle,
I feel your strength reach me,
like a prayer we both made
before we were born.
You're the sister I didn’t choose,
but my soul did.
And maybe we’re far in distance,
but never in dua.
Never in love for the sake of Allah.
So when the world feels cold,
when your hands tremble with the weight of sabr,
know this—
I am with you.
In every whispered dhikr,
in every shared longing for Jannah,
in every step we take toward Ar-Rahmaan.
We will meet one day—
under the shade of His Throne,
where souls like ours reunite,
not as strangers,
but as sisters who always knew.
@Slave_of_Ar-Rahman
