A poem of us...

(Warning: Read at ur own risk. This is rather a cheesy entry. It may harm you)

Was staying up late at night when I have the mood to wite a poem. So here's my first attempt. Inspired by a poem that I found on one sister's blog about her dreamed Fahri..huhu! Here's the original version. And here's my version:


My zauj is far away from me,
As far as I am from him,
But our heart will always be close,
Because it's bond by one love,

Love for Allah's sake

My zauj can't spent much time for me,
As less as I can for him,
But that doesn't means that we don't miss,
As we spare it for the deserved one,

Missing to see Allah the Almighty

My zauj cares for my parents as if they are his,
As much as I loved his as if they are mine,
My zauj loves for ikhwah has never lessen by time,
As how dear the akhawat is to his wife's heart,

As all these loves has strengthen us both on this path.

My zauj does not spent much on me,
No jewelleries and expensive clothes,
But he spent most so that he can afford,
A beautiful paradise for us in jannah,

For those who spent fi sabilillah.

My zauj always wants to compete,
Of who have the most surahs by heart,
Or who first finishes the mushaf this month,
And I will never let him beat me,

In our quest for mardhathillah.

My zauj knows my dreams,
As much as I know his,
My zauj kept all my secrets,
As his honour is safe with me,

As we shared one heart
With Allah in every beats.

My zauj said I am his Khadeejah,
But I am dying to be his Aisyah,
In turn he tried as much to emulate the Messenger,
To be a good husband like Rasulullah,

For their life is our qudwah.

My zauj corrects me when i'm wrong,
As how I am his mirror to reflects him,
My zauj have never raise his voice on me,
As he knows how I will easily cry over small things,

But instead he advise me with hikmah.

My zauj seldom leads my 5 daily prayer,
As usually he drives me to be with the jemaah in mosque,
But it doesn't means I never have a chance,
To have him as my imaam and listen to his qiraat,

When we stand together side by side in our qiam al-layl.

My zauj is never seen as romantic or even sweet,
To the other girl before he meets me,
My zauj never fails to take my breath away,
Just by his smiles after a long-tiring day,

And how much I feel blessed, by just looking at him

My zauj know of how jealous I am,
To the beautiful angels that maybe waiting for him in heaven,
As he laugh, hugs me and kiss my head,
To say that he'll wait for me to lead them...

And so we pray so that the dreams comes true.

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