Damn, I miss it...The time when you looked so beautiful,When, the cover you wear was long enough,When, your words were carefully spoken,When, your dress was so modest,While in the real arena you were such a ferocious lioness, a real mujahidah,Damn, I miss it...When you are not trying to look beautiful, you are,When you quickly put your cover down when the winds blew it hard,When you take another route just to avoid the opposite group,I miss to see that calm sweet face,I miss it when your face saddened by the reminders of God,Damn, I miss it...When I tried to steal a look at your face,I see tears rolling out with your hands up, praying,When you deviate the gorgeous grey eyes away the moment yours met mine,When you take no single glance at me when we pass by each other,I love the way you talk to me, such composure and grace,I love when your heart was so fragile to the Holy Words,But now, I don't know what I am feeling,The love is starting to fade, or what?Jealous? Dissapointment? Hope?I don't know...Every single time I saw you in that apparel,Every single time I saw you mingle freely without boundaries with the opposites,Every single moment I saw that words coming from your precious lips,Please, this is not the girl who I'd known before,I really want you to be my company in this perilous journey,I really want you to be at my side, sharing love and care,I really want you to be the mother of my children,I really want you to be my guidance to His Love,
But girl, please! I really love you just the way you are at that time,The time when you looked so beautiful,When I saw you at that time,There's not a thing that I would change,Cause' you are amazing, just the way you are,
The way of a Muslimah.
by : Fitri Fahmi