My friend, the door. Such a simple, physical, unmetaphorical thing, and then you let it become everything without ever forcing it. That is the hardest thing to do in prose and you made it look effortless.
The tired that comes from being your own enemy for too long. I had to stop there. That is a whole book in one line.
And your great-grandmother. One hundred years old, having buried children, having outlasted wars, and her answer was go with the flow. You thought it was passive. She knew it was the deepest kind of strength. The kind that has been tested until it has nothing left to prove.
Tawakkul. Yes. That is the word for it. Not resignation, not passivity. A trust so settled it no longer needs to argue with the door.
This one reached somewhere quiet in me. MashaAllāh, my friend. ❤️❤️❤️🫶🏻✨️
Your reading of it honestly moved me. Especially what you said about my great-grandmother — I think I understood her wisdom emotionally long before I understood it intellectually. ‘A trust so settled it no longer needs to argue with the door’ is such a stunning way to put it. Thank you for meeting the piece with so much care and depth, my friend. MashaAllāh. ❤️
My pleasure, my friend. That is exactly it, understanding something in the body before the mind catches up. That is where the best writing comes from. You carried her wisdom without knowing you were carrying it, and then the page helped you see what you had been holding all along. So glad this one landed. MashaAllāh on you and on her memory. ❤️
Damn, I loved that definition of going with the flow. To be flexible, to be adaptable, to be able to shift your thinking and mindset and not be thrown off when life inevitably changes. Ohhhh that is good!
My friend, the door. Such a simple, physical, unmetaphorical thing, and then you let it become everything without ever forcing it. That is the hardest thing to do in prose and you made it look effortless.
The tired that comes from being your own enemy for too long. I had to stop there. That is a whole book in one line.
And your great-grandmother. One hundred years old, having buried children, having outlasted wars, and her answer was go with the flow. You thought it was passive. She knew it was the deepest kind of strength. The kind that has been tested until it has nothing left to prove.
Tawakkul. Yes. That is the word for it. Not resignation, not passivity. A trust so settled it no longer needs to argue with the door.
This one reached somewhere quiet in me. MashaAllāh, my friend. ❤️❤️❤️🫶🏻✨️
Your reading of it honestly moved me. Especially what you said about my great-grandmother — I think I understood her wisdom emotionally long before I understood it intellectually. ‘A trust so settled it no longer needs to argue with the door’ is such a stunning way to put it. Thank you for meeting the piece with so much care and depth, my friend. MashaAllāh. ❤️
My pleasure, my friend. That is exactly it, understanding something in the body before the mind catches up. That is where the best writing comes from. You carried her wisdom without knowing you were carrying it, and then the page helped you see what you had been holding all along. So glad this one landed. MashaAllāh on you and on her memory. ❤️
this is beautiful. love the end: "and then give the rest to God." thank you for sharing <3
Thank you for reading <3
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And then give the rest to God. Loved this poem.
Damn, I loved that definition of going with the flow. To be flexible, to be adaptable, to be able to shift your thinking and mindset and not be thrown off when life inevitably changes. Ohhhh that is good!