I watched her afar

still wondering how she does it everyday,

when I can hardly feel my feet on the ground,

when I am hardly able to straighten my back,

when I am barely holding on to the fight against myself and my nafs.

It’s no wonder paradise is beneath a mother’s feet,

for the burden that you’ve been carrying is heavier than everything that I’ve ever stumbled upon,

more than the words that I can ever illuminate…

You are my worldly paradise, ma.

Posted by:Syaza

Authenticity allows people to enter our world without forcing them to. Authenticity ripples into the hearts of others to create change without disrupting their own flow. So I write because of that. I also love coffee and cats. Intensely.

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