Good News

She tried to write with rain
Though her reflections ran true
I am lack of sincerity
Muddled advices
And time in the pursuit of you

She tried to write with rain
Cup destiny in the palms of her hand
Tired limbs regress
Pillows find heavy heads

She tried to write with rain
But words morph
Mercy paints masterpieces
Across open horizons at dawn
I asked for little
And I got more

I tried to write with rain
Time passes slowly
Around familiar streets
Plot twists weave in and out of hearts
I watch your life turn
Almost a stranger traverses traffic
Open arms
I hear the final chapter play

You don't need to do any more

By the forenoon
And by the night when it is still
Your Lord (O Muhammad ()) has neither forsaken you nor hated you.
And indeed the Hereafter is better for you than the present
And verily, your Lord will give you (all i.e. good) so that you shall be well-pleased.
Did He not find you (O Muhammad ()) an orphan and gave you a refuge?
And He found you unaware and guided you?
And He found you poor, and made you rich ?
Therefore, treat not the orphan with oppression,
And repulse not the beggar;And proclaim the Grace of your Lord Surah Duha