Letter to My Beloved (pbuh) by Hidayet Abbad

Love with its majestic wings,

Settled in my rib cage,

And ever since,

Unwaveringly sings

Your life’s memories.

And reason, with its innumerable pages,

Is a never-ending book I befriended

In those moments of unwanted solitude.

Dear beloved,

Can anyone not love you,

If not the case that they don’t know you?

You stood firm at night,

Prayed for us when others slept

With faith stronger than Steele,

And a heart softer than pure gold.

I have fallen in love with you,

Entirely and so selfishly

That I saw my own soul transform,

Trying in vain to resemble you

To be a light in the middle of darkness,

To be enlightened in an age of ignorance,

To be kind when they gift you harshness

But it plunged me in awe and reverence

Of God, the Most Beautiful, who sent you

As a mercy to the worlds and made you

The seal of a victorious legacy.

So, tell me, please tell me,

How did you remember to Love

When death met your wife, parents and those dearest to you

How did you remember to forgive

When cruelty humiliated and dismembered your uncle

How did you remain steadfast

When they stoned you until your feet bled,

And refused you the right to speech

Then belied you, and defamed your name

After having known you as most trustworthy.

How did you remember them, us, me

When you were pleading for forgiveness?

As though ummati was the only anthem your heart knew.

With pain echoing prayers to the Most High Most Gracious.

Who gifted us you,

With all your greatness.

Let me please see you,

Because I miss you,

Because even white bread is bitter

When I remember that you lived on dates and water

Because you taught me by example

To heal the wounds of hardships

With sincere devotion and worship

You showed me bravery not in battle

But in letting compassion escape your eyes

To burrow tunnels down your cheeks

So forgive me, my stained heart

For uttering, with my mouth, this declaration

While at times my own limbs acted otherwise

I am drowning in strife

Your life was graceful art

Full of beauty that could not be contained

And with these weak hands

I try to take a hold of little bits and pieces.

Like A piece of love for humanity here

And a smile in charity there

In hopes that one day,

I could just sit, and contemplate the original

In the middle of gardens of flowing rivers and springs

May God the most merciful bestow upon you His peace and blessings

You can list to the audio of Hidayet performing her poem