what i love about you;

is that you're always listening.

you listen to me, so intensely, even when i'm not uttering a single word.

you care, unselfishly, during days that i least deserve care for.

you uplift me, gently, at times when i feel so low.

most importantly, you show me, in moments when i don't know how to conduct myself in situations.

i prayed that the strong wind that accompanied my walks, would bring my crying heart to you.

i miss you, ever so deeply. 

i miss your kindness, your compassion, your mercy, your humbleness.

when people mention your name, my heart twitches. 

i wonder if you'll ever know mine.

 i sink further into my seat, my head down, my eyes shut just thinking of how lovely it would be to get you back,

i wonder if at the end, i'd see you turn your head to me among millions of others and say 

' zahirah, remember those days where you thought of me ?'

i really don't know what it would take, to have you to recognize me at the end. 

but i hope above all else, you know, that i love the love you have taught me.

i hope, with every passing day, i will be more like you.

i pray that i'd be granted the love of Khadija to you. 

i can only hope that at the end of this all, i'd meet you at the end destination together with everyone else.