From a Sister to a Widow

From Your Sister

We don’t hold the same bow

But we’re aiming for the same Place

The string that you’ve been pulling

Has been stretched to a thread

That could have split and frayed

But that thread is made of tougher things

Infused with sabr and iman

Nurtured in the company of a beloved

Who held the same bow, and held you

And will, bithnillah, hold you

In that Place.

© Umm Suhayb