Basharat

I had a dream wherein you(someone beyond special) had a baby the other night, a boy. The joy on you and your family members faces as they saw you a few hours after giving birth, was palpable to seeing a hundred solar eclipses in terms of it’s divine wonder.

How much more can I tell of my love for you, that I can write for you till the final Kalimah departs from my lips. If I were to turn all the Great Lakes into ink, then convert all forest trees of this nation to pens, every drop of ink would run dry in need of loans from the ocean, and our forests would need saplings from abroad. I am here with nothing but the stillness of my soul, hearing about some commotion, paying the time’s toll.

It’s from الله