I was 29 when i looked back at my life in the last couple years and everything started to make sense
I was 29 when God almost gave me my miracle
And i could fit the pieces of my life like a puzzle
When i lived through waking dreams and moments so perfect, my heart was full.
I was 29 when i sat in the lawn on a jumah
The sun seemed brighter and the leaves greener
The breeze cooler and a wave of contentment rushing thru me
When i realised
This is what a believer waits for
For the days of sabr to change into days of shukr. This is what strengthens our imaan.
For us to believe that there is a beautiful ending.
I was 29 when the magic disappeared as quickly as it came
And i stared in disbelief because miracles were meant to last
When i told everyone to wait, that it would come back
Because God doesnt play tricks with His believers
I was 29 when their questions got louder than my answers
And i couldnt reassure them because i needed it more than them
As i held in my hands, every little thing, for the day of my dreams,
How could i regret it when they were the proof of my good opinion of my Lord
How could i regret getting ready for the acceptance of my dua?
I was 29 when I learnt to cry in my mothers arms
Snuggled up to her like a baby
Placing my broken heart in her aging arms
I thought it would be my head bowed down in gratitude for a long time
Before i needed to ask again
But I was 29 when in desperate hope, i raised my hands again