The river was beautiful. It flowed slow and smooth.
As if it was waiting for me to speak.
I took a deep breath.
I looked to the other side of the river.
I was worried.
You were sad. Your eyes were gloomy.
I could feel it. Deep.
The river was wide. The distance was painful, yet it was lovely.
I sighed. I did not have the power.
I wished I could swim there.
I sat down.
"Remember Allah. Remember Allah. Remember Allah. And don't ever give up. Don't give up on Him."
The wind started to blow. So tender and soft.
As if it was comforting me and you.
The wind will carry my whisper to you.
I stood up.
"We are survivors and we are travelers. Don't get distracted, the real destination is Allah, and only Allah. Emotion is only a tool", I whispered, again.
I looked up, "O Allah.. keep the person safe, until I am able to cross to the other side".