a thought.

عايزة ربنا يطبطب عليا.

i will give time, some time.

i am waiting for a surprise.
i am waiting for a surprise from god.

i have faith.

on my birthday.
maybe?

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.