She chose her freedom, walked away,
Left me in darkness, lost, astray.
But in the silence, I found my ground,
A deeper peace, a love profound.

Now she offers hopes, so small, so thin,
A spark of what could have been.
But I don’t need her fleeting light,
For Allah guides me through the night.

I don’t need hope that sways and bends,
A hollow gift, a love...