Tears stain my pillows as I struggle to see past the puddles to watch the trees worship Allah outside of my window.
It will get better, I know… Patience is befitting for me.
Pillows stained with his scent as I lay listening to Qur’an wishing he was here… Begging for a soft heart because I know if it hardens… Pillows stained with anger, frustration, jelousy, and animosity will seep thru my head causing actions that i’ll regret. Tears stain my pillows as I beg for fogivness for us all. Yaa al-Hakeem, give him the wisdom to deal with us women for I dont want to drown in these tears…