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My heart does not race; my palms do not sweat. The knots in my stomach are gone. My mouth forms an easy smile. My arms fold gently around her. Her curls float in the wind while I count clouds and my blessings. I am steady, like tranquil waters. Let comes what comes. Let go what goes. Allahu alam al qadr. This isn’t a manic, impossible love. It doesn’t burn with a fury; it doesn’t have to defy all the odds. This love is serendipitous and sweet. It is simple, and soft, like a summer breeze gently rocking lovers in a hammock to sleep. For once, Alhamdulilah, I don’t have it bad. I have it good.
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
Tranquil Waters
My heart does not race; my palms do not sweat. The knots in my stomach are gone. My mouth forms an easy smile. My arms fold gently around her. Her curls float in the wind while I count clouds and my blessings. I am steady, like tranquil waters. Let comes what comes. Let go what goes. Allahu alam al qadr. This isn’t a manic, impossible love. It doesn’t burn with a fury; it doesn’t have to defy all the odds. This love is serendipitous and sweet. It is simple, and soft, like a summer breeze gently rocking lovers in a hammock to sleep. For once, Alhamdulilah, I don’t have it bad. I have it good.
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
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