You Are My Yellow

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.

all that you strive towards today, will work out.

And after all this waiting, life may finally begin to soften.

Even what you wished for in silence, will be granted.

And perhaps comfort will arrive so quietly that you will begin to mistake it for entitlement.

You will live inside an answered prayer and call it ordinary.

Maybe, in finally receiving it all, you will become complacent.

And maybe worst of all, ungrateful.

What once felt impossible

will slowly become invisble.

You will forget the weight of the prayers that once bent your back.

And you will lose sight of the nights you pleaded for relief from things nobody else could see.

What you painfully endured would become distant a memory

You may become oblivious to how desperately you once wanted the life that now sits quietly in your hands

And that is perhaps the strangest tragedy of the human heart:

not that it suffers,

but that it adapts even to miracles.

So if that day ever comes, or has come

And if your hands finally hold what they once trembled asking for,

return, at least for a moment,

stay to remember the distance

between the prayed and the answered

For it’s the night when the laws of the dunya are changed. The doors of the Jannah are open and the doors of the jahannah are closed, the devils are chained and the caller calls out:

يا باغي الخير أقبل يا باغي الشر أقصر ‘O seeker of good, proceed, O seeker of evil, stop.’

Because remember:

من كانت بدايته محرقة كانت نهايته مشرقة “Whoever’s beginning is intense, their ending will be bright.”

It’s a consistent rule, whoever starts their journey with patience, sacrifice and hard work. Their end is always bright, successful and filled with accomplishments. If you get over the exhaustions of the beginning, the endings become easy and more fruitful.