Dear Husband , I know you have been trying to think of a way to tell me how you feel. You adore the way water from my wuthu drips down my perfectly ironed Niqaab. You sneak peaks at me everytime I waltz by you in a fresh abaya and Im flowing like the wind. I can tell you are nervous to communicate with me at times so you just send me the greeting. I bet sometimes you dream about us and our family. You know you would laugh at every single thing I say if you were around me all the time. When we sit together, you hold your composure as if to make your thoughts disappear. You wiping off chairs that you think Ill sit on You moving debris out of the way that you think Ill trip on You standing sutra all the time and I dont even see you You making sure I had somewhere to pray You have loved me for a while now You have protected my heart for over ten years You have been the man in my life , whether I appreciated you or not You have been patiently waiting to tell me , its been you all the time But at last....., I looked up too late and you have to move on It is all bitter sweet , I would have loved, and honored you until the end of time for Allaahs sake ..... If only... If only.... If only you would have told me , you Wanted To Be My Husband !!! Dear Brother....... Parting is such sweet sorry, especially when theres no kiss goodbye! Myidah! As Salaamu Alaykum Wa Rahmatullaahi Wa Barakaatuhu ( just a poem from me ) Copyright@2014
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 19:57:32 +0000
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