Chronic

She is screaming strange sounds
I unaware as the breath is stuck in her throat
These feet are running but it's too late
Her fate is breaking me piece by piece

Its been two decades of suppressed
Tears that no longer flow
She whispers supplications under her breath
Oh give us strength
She is breaking

Her pain has a way of
Rearranging itself from time to time
Her back, legs, head, stomach, arm , chest
Where it begins it will end
Little tablets and empty scans show
Nothing more, the eyes can't see

She is dying and I , I am
Rousing her from her sleep
They have hurt her in ways I cannot believe
Yet she is strong moving fingers rhythmically
Fulfilling obligations despite the knees that
Buckle under the weight of
Patience on her forehead
Grounded in hope

Her body is dying slowly
These eyes awake to hidden truths
Of the promises she so fervently believed

Narrated 'Aisha:
(the wife of the Prophet) Allah's Apostle said, "No calamity befalls a Muslim but that Allah expiates some of his sins because of it, even though it were the prick he receives from a thorn."
Bukhari

Narrated Abu Huraira:
Allah's Apostle said, "If Allah wants to do good to somebody, He afflicts him with trials."
Bukhari

Say: "I seek refuge with (Allah) the Lord of the daybreak,
From the evil of what He has created;
And from the evil of the darkening (night) as it comes with its darkness; (or the moon as it sets or goes away).
And from the evil of the witchcrafts when they blow in the knots,
And from the evil of the envier when he envies.
Surah Falaq


Say: I seek refuge in the Lord of mankind, 
The King of mankind, 
The God of mankind, 
From the evil of the sneaking whisperer, 
Who whispereth in the hearts of mankind, 
Of the jinn and of mankind.
Surah Naas