The beauty of his mind is worth more than a rare gem,

the airy flow of his native tongue that simply makes him, him.

The compassion he displays for those who are in more need then himself,

is a glimpse into his amiable heart that never lay dormant on a shelf.

His good deeds are far reaching as they touch those he doesn't even know,

he would never take credit, need validation or have them on display for show.

His acquiescence undisturbed, for he needs no recognition,

Accepting what is to be is what shall be is his soul what lies within.

Duty, honor, kindness, and Commitment is the foundation upon which he stands,

When darkness begins to settle upon another, it is he who would extend his hands

An open mind and understanding heart are simple phrases to define this great man that I love,

a man that trusts and believes in truth, a man who will never alter his way of life nor influenced by western ways that are shoved.

To me he is the epitome of perfection and I will never believe otherwise,

I see him, I know him he wears no disguise.

He fears Allah, and through that he loves as hard as he can

My dear Musab you are my dream, a true and beautiful Muslim man.

A Reckoning

What do I do with the love I know we share?

How will I get over you knowing you were the only one who truly cared?

Why can't I love myself the way I know I should?

Why did I allow things to just happen and for myself I never stood?

I'm as strong as they come and can get through any tough time,

Taking on the waves so fiercely never swept away with the tide.

I wear my brave face as if it were a shield for war,

Never let them see you sweat yet my insides are twisted to the core.

It's not okay to hurt people or play games with their hearts,

Open up, move on, shop again with a empty new cart.

A cart that was never kept occupied due to lies and manipulation,

I am existing within this world in a constant state of sedation. 

I live a lie, many lies, too many to even count,

I've spoken so many untruths that I have lost myself and live in a state of doubt.

I wish I could go back to that young girl who had a chance at life,

That little girl was full of wonder and curiosity I'd dissect with a knife.

A knife that I still yield today with mistruths and a false smile,

The only road I remember walking, the road that stretches beyond the miles.

There is no one to blame but myself and myself alone.

It is my fault that my heart has never truly had a home.

Will I be this way forever, will I ever change?

Will I ever have the ability to just accept my own name.

I resent who I am so deeply, the pain within is crushing my soul,

as if a monsoon has wiped away that little girl and as a woman I have grown cold.

My intentions are to never actually hurt anyone,

but who am I kidding, it never lasts because my lies revert them undone.

I fear that I will leave this earth and this is how I will be remembered,

The little girl who lost herself and whose lies never surrendered.