
From a Sister to a Widow
From Your Sister We don’t hold the same bow But we’re aiming for the same Place […]

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