like the flowing river.

a rush of thoughts that can not possibly be translated into any words i know of.

the loves.

ice creams. that last part in a cone ice cream.
music.
listening to Quran.
sun rise.
smell of books.
your smell.
the beach.
things that make me think.
art.
babies.
photographs.
praying.
saying the same duaa over and over again, and knowing that god won't get bored and that eventually i will get what i ask for.
weddings.
water colours.
conversations about everything and nothing.
clothes. especially if i bought them while shopping alone.
my mum.
family and their gatherings.
best friends.
anonymous smiles.
sticky notes.
cameras.
ear rings.
nail polish.
knowing something new about islam.
steamed vegetables.
coloured pepper.
kites.
butterflies.
mountains.
the sand.
paint brushes.
the circus.
ramadan.
reading about prophet mohamed.
the mess.
eye lashes.
fun fair.
rings.
balloons.
school. especially IGCSE.
a decent tan.
roller coasters.
pencil colours.

destiny.

could it have been better?

could i have been happier?

no.

cause god knows best.

happy/sad thing.

i can't seem to find my heart.

except when i think.

and now, you may kiss the bride.

a wave goes back home to it's shore.
we stand there.
i look into your eyes.
you brush that strand of hair from my mouth.
i smile.

silence.

your eyes.
and just like the wave,
i go back home,
to you.
you smile.

on the surprises of black, white and red.

i am the circus.

a colorful caravan that stands out
full of fun
and magic
and happiness.
a colorful caravan that's full of surprises.

a wonderland on it's own.
a wonderland,
that comes and goes.

and just like the caravan,
i leave.

on thoughts and hair. and you.

like that one strand that refuses to get straightened.

refuses to lie about who she is.

it stays, curled.

filtering my thoughts,

there's always one that refuses to lie too.

i send a prayer for you.

To do what i came here to do.
To do it with love.

To fullfil my purpose.
And never give up.

Amen.

vanishing point.

this must be how a dot feels inside an encyclopedia.

I am a water fall.

Imagine a water fall stopping.

While falling down,
water stops.
Defying gravity.
It stops right there, in mid air.
While falling.
It stops.

That's how i stop. Too.

Things that don't exist. Yet.

An eighth day, in a week.
A twenty fifth hour, in a day.

Tooth fairy.
Santa clause.
Talking pets.
Imaginary friends.
Monsters under our bed.

Aliens.
Pirates.
Unicorns.
Pet dinosaurs.

An ocean of chocolate.
A rainbow of butterflies.

You.
And I.

You thought you'd get it.

- tightly.

Elhamdulelah.

I've always said,
i am one of the very unluckiest of all people.
Now that i know god tests those He loves.
I know i am,

the luckiest.

Still tangled up.

That day i caught you whispering to above.

You said you were asking,

why do you love me so much.

I still wonder every now and then,

if you ever got your answer.