I lurked in the darkness of my sorrow
under an incandescent lamp
i sat sequestered from the rest of the world,

In the corner stood a bewitching monster trying hard to frighten me
terrorized, i lifted my hand in a short prayer
the figure in the distance had instantly become a mere speck,

The wind outside blew hard petrifying me
the shrill sound of the windows and the shadow of the branches
I lifted my hands and once again it all stopped,

It was my faith in Allah
and my trust in his prayers that strengthened me
vanishing all evil away from me!

From where came you;
Sun drenched flower?
Why does yellow
not dissolve in you
like the others.
You beam back
at dazzled onlookers;
Bobbing your head
in agreement
with the beauty
you exude.

There is something about him
Yet I don't know what it is
It makes me feel fuzzy
Like butterflies in me

There is something about him
That makes me gravitate towards his presence
It makes me want to stay close
In silence or in everything

There is something about him
That calms my being
My demons quiet down
Just so that I could hear him

There is something about him
Because every time he holds my hand
I feel safe
Like I'm at home, cuddled in my warm bed

There is something about him**...
...and I still don't know what it is.