She confided despite
The distance, in me
"I want to go to heaven"
She was teary eyed conviction
I was silent , surprised
Two years have passed
Her hair, longer, flowing
Out of that bandana hijab
She wore so fondly then
Hair- check, just neck and chest
She was one out of three
Getting there slowly
I feel the urge to ask, but don't
If she still feels with all that passion
Tinged with a sorrow I don't know
Just beneath the surface breaking
Through that hope and fear
And it scares me that we
Could want something so fervently
Then so quickly bury it deep
Verily, Al-Abrar (the pious who fear Allah and avoid evil) will be in delight (Paradise).
On thrones, looking (at all things).
You will recognise in their faces the brightness of delight.
They will be given to drink pure sealed wine.
The last thereof (that wine) will be the smell of musk, and for this let (all) those strive who want to strive ( i.e earnestly to the obedience of God)
Sister, I'm not sure how much this means to you if anything and I know hijaab should be worn to please God and God alone but I thought you should know. I thought you should know that when you take off your hijaab, random strangers who you've probably not spoken to for more than 10 minutes, yes your estranged hijaabi sisters become sad... very sad.
I've updated the About Me section
My anon I received your email , wrote a reply but sis there seems to be something wrong with your email address ...when are you coming back?