there is a weapon
that i keep inside my pocket
poked into the strands of my hair bun
folded under my sleeves as i roll them up
it fights with me in every battle
it makes me win
it will,
finally make me win
but the defeats towards the victory
makes me forget about the armour in my hands
the wings that soared me
the miracles that makes me heal
i blamed the Creator after thinking
i was tireless begging for help
to survive
but He gave me the shield for life
going through challenges and surviving
one
by
one
“Allah is the gifter of rizq. He tests you, but he also gives you a form of rizq to survive all of it through”
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