.بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Peace: I love the word. Tranquility, the knowledge that things will be okay; are okay, since they are in Hands more Knowing, far more Sturdy than yours could ever be. He is the Origin of Provision, of Protection, of Nurture, and Care.

It’s true: that, you remain you, while come and go do the tides of change. In waves: swelling with smiles, bursting at their seams, with something like joy. Energy. Vivacity, animation. The depletions, too: day in, day out. Blue, deep, murky. And:

As much as the mud around you roughens your shoes; as much as the seaweed tangles up the paths onto which you intend to walk: this whole thing is yours. Nobody else’s: they’ve got their seas to sail, weeds to untangle, depths to climb, too.

You bring yourself: the pieces, the peaces, anxieties, uncertainties. The things you hide; what you are known for. To the forefront. This shorefront: Bring them to the waters of love, and joy, and hope.

You can only see this sand, and this water, and while Allah is Aware of every single drop in every single ocean; every grain of sand. The little diamonds which remain to be found, from far deep within coal mines. And:

Peace, and peace: you have been, and are, and will be, fine.

“Surely in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find comfort/rest/peace.”

— Qur’an, (13:28).