The fire blazed the forest into the morning and no one spoke of the pain 

They continued replanting and waiting for the next destruction 
It had become a chronic pattern of behaviour to await hurt with love 
Welcoming every corner with all that they had laid out in their open hands 
They didn’t know when not how to give up and stop hurting themselves 
With every midnight walk through trees’ exhales, they felt life embedded deep beneath the ground 
If life was just a handful of soil they knew that they’d be buried in it 
The fire blazed through their homes and crumbled all their memories into ashes 
They continued rebuilding it, brick my brick, wall by wall 
They never kept reserve materials even though they knew that, soon enough, they’d have to start again 
From scratch they would, with a smile on their faces telling a million memories that no fire could steal 
If memories were a noose upon a tree, they knew that they’d all be dead 
The fire blazed through and through yet no one spoke of pain 
They had become accustomed to rebuilding, replanting, learning to love again and again 
If love was a mere puddle on the side walk they knew that they would drown in it
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‎”My Lord! Grant me the power and ability that I may be grateful for Your Favours which You have bestowed on me and on my parents, and that I may do righteous good deeds that will please You, and admit me by Your Mercy among Your righteous slaves.” [The Qur’an Surah Al-Naml 27:19] - Aameen! 
‎”My Lord! Grant me the power and ability that I may be grateful for Your Favours which You have bestowed on me and on my parents, and that I may do righteous good deeds that will please You, and admit me by Your Mercy among Your righteous slaves.” [The Qur’an Surah Al-Naml 27:19] - Aameen!