She cries silently in her room,
with the lights on and the fan spins.
She sat alone in her room,
with the sun down, a night without rain.
She had never told her friends,
how she felt of leaving.
She had never told her family,
how she felt of everything.
Little that they all know,
all the words she whispered to Him.
Neither that they all know,
all the suffering she referred to Him.
The One and Only, the Almighty Rabb.
"How did this happen exactly?"
She asked herself.
From wires to veins. and oil to blood.
From robots to humans, and calculator to stethoscope.
It was Allahs' plan for her.
And that is what she will be facing.
From thick classic English novels,
to large volumes of Sahih Bukhari.
From a range of classical piano arrangements,
to qasidah and recitation of the Holy Quran.
She had changed.
And the changes will keep coming.
Until she became what she hope she will be someday.
|O my Lord, by the Chosen One, realize our goals.|