To The Man Overseas

To the man who left his dreams behind, Wearing duty like armor, soul refined. At an age where others chase the stars, You chose to heal your family’s scars. Far from reels, likes, and the online game, You live with silence, not chasing fame. Alone you rise, alone you sleep, With memories of home you quietly keep. In a land of strangers, tongues unknown, You walk each path completely alone. Yet your faith burns, fiercely and wide Strong enough to shift the tide. No silver spoon, no father's name, Only sweat and struggle in your frame. You built your worth from dust and pain, And turned your losses into gain. To the man whose mother softly prays, Who counts the hours and the days. To the man who spends Eid, birthdays in quiet, May your patience hush every riot. You’re not just different—you are rare, A soul who chose love, sacrifice, and care. May your dreams rise high like a soaring dove, And may Allah crown your journey with love. Ameen.