and nobody noticed.
but in the morning you were
picked up by a stranger's hand,
held gently and lovingly,
because your presence counts.
Your smell has strengthen a
weak heart that is anxious to
meet the world.And how many times that we have stumbled, lost and helpless, but Allah get us rised in the morning with hopes and forgiveness afterwards?Praise is to Allah Who gives us life after He has caused us to die and to Him is the return.
(Dua upon waking up from the sleep)Good morning farhana, rise and shine!***
I wrote the above poem when i was alone in the lecture room while waiting for the rest of students to arrive. It was still early in the morning.I came by bus to the hospital (badiah), a full crowded bus at first that some gets to stand while those who seated had to share the seats. Somehow the situation gets loose as people reached their destinations. But how harsh the condition is, the jasmine flower …