This precious piece of cloth.
You decided to take off.
I saw you at the Masjid
You were praying just like me
Eyes lit up as we spoke about our deen
So I can’t help but wonder what made you settle for this..
Was it the way I looked at you?
Was it because I didn’t take your hand and show you through
What prompted you my dearest sister.
Did someone disturb your peace,
Or did you feel unworthy?
It might be a little too late,
But allow me to shed some light.
Do you remember the times you were sick and He healed you
Do you recall the time when you felt lost and He guided you
How about the time when you felt helpless and He showed you the way.
No request is ever too big for the Creator of the heavens and the earth.
Just ask, like you did before and He will give more than you and I deserve.
This is just your test,
And maybe it is also mine.
This Ummah is like one body,
What afflicts you also has me in distress.
Maybe that’s what was missing,
We didn’t help you heal
Or attempt to sooth your pain
Maybe we gave you the bandaid solution.
And now the wound has resurfaced
And the scars remain.