Pricked with struggles
and in my path cast thorns
Tore my wilting petals
and hurled upon me a storm
Till my heart withered
tendering in pain
and my mind weeped
flooded with rain
From my broken soul
tug out the weeds
Shower it with mercy
and plant therin a seed
Allowing me to flourish
and bloom with your grace
So beautiful shoots
emerge and interlace
peaceloveanunity 
Beautiful ❤
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❤ xoxo
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Who doesn’t love your poems, dear? 😊
I like your poems style! 💞
We make virtual journey around the world by words!
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aww barakAllah my dear sis! X
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Jazakillah khoir, wallah yubaarik fiiki, ya ukhti alhabibah! 💗
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Beautiful!
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thank you!!
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Your poem is lovely!
I am somewhat like you, I’ve started blogging poetry and other stories too, trying to get to the muslim ummah.
Please check my blog at identity17.blogspot.com
Jazakallah!
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It’s true…
You don’t know what is a blessing in disguse
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This is so beautiful I cry. ❤
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awhh thnk youu!🙈 your commemts making me cry😭
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Reblogged this on The Life & Times of Umm Ahmad and commented:
Subhan’Allah. Such beautiful words…reminds me of me when I was a young,, refreshed and refined poet. This poems, sums me up, in a nutshell, at this very point in my life.
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