Ganjonian

these days, you sigh more often than you breathe.

If ever you lose me To darker days Search for me Call out my name

in the quran love is not defined however, it states that commitment is loves first consequence so when i called you at 4am that night, after 6 months of not hearing your voice and you professed your love for me blaming your commitment issues for letting me go i realised that you never loved me for one must be commited to be in love, in islam and my God, i was for i tried to learn parts of another language for you and laughed as i sat with your family i was yours but you were not mine not even the harsh waves of the ocean would have stopped me from swimming across the world to be met with that smile but the storm always proved too much for you

I love you, As in, I can’t stop talking to God about you. As in, how did you become the beginning and end of every prayer I whisper? How is it that you became the catalyst behind these tears that flow so naturally, teaching me new depths of sincerity? I hold my heart in my hand but you’ve become the beat. You give me a reason, driving me to my knees. To beg to the Source of love to write me as your eternal lover, I beg and plead. I love you, As in, did I mention I can’t stop telling God about you? And I hope that one day, I can tell you about His replies to me—from the moment I first told Him about you, till the moment I became yours to keep.

She looks up at him like he’s the world. And he just thinks she’s pretty.

My parents have been married for over 30 years and I have been raised in their love. My mother told me my father used to send her a handwritten love letter every day when they were young in Somalia and sometimes twice a day when he missed her something bad. Love is having babies and fleeing a country in war together. It is being scared and being brave anyway. It is missing each other and always being friends. My parent’s love taught me that you need more than beautiful words for love to survive. Love is hard work, it is a commitment every day, it is doing what is necessary to make sure the other person is ok. My father somehow took care of a family of 12+ on a taxi cab driver’s salary and studied by a lamp’s light every night. My mother raised 10 children in a country hostile to their very existence with nothing but pure wit and strength. So I learned early on that love must manifest in actions. My favorite memory of them is how my mother would wait to eat until my father came home every day and them sitting together just laughing, talking, and loving. One time, my father took my mother’s hand and looked at us sitting around the table and told us, ‘you know, I love this woman. She is my best friend.’ And the way my mother still looks at my father, I know he’s not the only one who feels that way.