Hearts that still wonder are hearts still aware,
Souls that feel heavy are souls that still care.
You long to feel safe, for some rest and relief,
For worries to settle, for freedom from grief
Brave isn’t in silence or swallowed-up cries,
It’s seeking despite all the doubts and the lies.
In prostrating, pleading, deep into the night,
With tears spilling sorrow, you beg for His light.
You pull back the layers, afraid of what’s there,
Beneath every wound is a whisper, a prayer.
Not hollow, not empty, not lost in decay—
A soul that still aches is still finding its way.
Trapped isn’t forever, numb isn’t the end,
A heart that still breaks is a heart that can mend.
His Mercy was written before you could fall,
Before you were broken, before you could call.
When storms pull you under, don’t fear and don’t hide.
Call out for His Mercy, lean in and confide.
And know you are seen. You are never alone—
His love your elixir; He’s guiding you home.
Hold tight, my dear sister, there’s still life to live,
With every breath given you have much to give.
You’ve stumbled, you’ve suffered, been shattered by pain,
Your Lord never left you—not once, not in vain.
So take my hand, dear one, let’s walk side by side,
One breath and one step and one prayer at a time.
Toward the All-Knowing, who heals and who lifts,
The Most Generous with His limitless gifts.
The best gift of all: His Beloved Rasul,
The best of creation, so perfect, so true.
Let’s honour this blessing and choose to embrace,
With contented hearts, our souls knowing their place.
With every surrender, we rise and we grow,
His mercy still finds us in all that we know.
A promise unshaken, our hearts deep in awe—
La ilaha illa Allah Muhammad RasulAllah.