Future

I know life has been unbearably rough. You cry and they lie oh Ya Rab, when will enough be enough? But hear me out, habibti, your pain is not invisible , at least it isn’t to me. I carry it with your name, and a future I foresee. A future where the nights are quiet, and the morning’s shining bright. A future where you no longer fear the boogieman, and I’ll protect you with all of my might. A future where your laughter isn’t borrowed from moments between sorrow and smoke. A future where I can shield you I’ll be your indestructible cloak. A future where your soul can breathe again and give your mind a rest. To a place where peace isn’t rumor, but something you can cherish on your chest. A place that isn’t fragile, where safety doesn’t vanish with the dawn. Where your fight can loosen its grip, and remember that life goes on. And if you ever doubt it, let this be the truth you hold you are not walking this road alone. Your hurt matters. Your healing matters. And there is at least one person in this world who refuses to let your light go unnoticed.