She had doubted that such a gift should find her,
A gust that would set her soul a stir,
Like a blessed recital more eloquent than any song,
That made her feel as if perhaps she could still belong.

Light as air she began to fly,
The breeze lifting her up towards the sky,
Taking her up on an angel's wing,
To the throne of a Mighty, yet Merciful King.

She landed softly in a bed of violet,
The world around her quenched with quiet,
With the words of her Lord still fresh in her mind,
A reason to live did she again find.

 

 "And We send down of the Quran that which is
healing and mercy for the believers" Al-Isra' 17:82

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