The best of plans are rooted in prayer.

Some people are brought together in euphoria,which quickly dissipates. We are brought together in struggle, which forges.

A step closer, my love, and this heart flutters like the stirred butterfly’s wings- hesitant to fly, hesitant to settle. A step closer, my love, and ‘tis closer to flight.

The magnitude of what tomorrow holds has hit me, but not fully, not yet. I don’t think there is any way to realize the gravity of it than being in that moment. However, it has constantly been on my mind since they spoke, whatever I may be doing. Just knocking on the doors of consciousness, it remains a constant companion. I don’t know how much after tomorrow my life will change, but I am not even thinking about that. I am lucky, alhamdulillah, that tomorrow will happen at all, inshaAllah.

This time tomorrow, inshaAllah, my family will be very, very happy.

My inactivity here is a reflection of my utility in life.

Most people choose to believe what they want to. Very few believe in truth.

In the same breath, nothing makes me sadder than family.

Nothing makes me happier than family.

I yearn for that day.

I yearn for the day when we are no longer a possibility.

I yearn for the day when,
we remove these invisible, opaque barriers we have placed between us,
rendering inaudible what we utter to each other in silence;
the day when,
a simple touch is loud enough to say all that we could never say to each other-
in love, in trust, in apology, in forgiveness;
the day when,
what is lost in words is understood through sight;
the day when,
I do not look away in fear of losing myself in the world within the depths of your eyes;
the day when,
you rest your head on my shoulder without fear from reliance;
the day when,
we are inseparable and as one in grief and joy;
the day when,
I sit by you- my home within my home, my world within this world;
the day when,
your embrace tells me all that I ever need to know.

I yearn for that day when we are, and all of this is, our reality.