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To the One I Call My Moon
Bader means full moon in Arabic,
but to me,
your name carries more than light
it holds the weight of my world.
My life revolves around you,
and I don’t remember
what joy felt like before you.
I pray to God each night,
quietly, endlessly,
that He grants you success in this
dunya because my love for you
means your happiness is mine.
Do you love me the way I love you?
I whisper that question
between my du’as,
begging that our love
never fades,
no matter how time moves.
I thank God each day
for the children He gave us,
living proof of our love.
Their laughter is the echo
of everything we’ve built together.
But you’re only a man,
and I’m just a woman.
One day,
my beauty will fade and slip away..
will your love remain
when time has its way with me?
God gave you permission
to marry more than one,
but is your love for me
strong enough
to hold back from what’s allowed
because it would shatter me?
I know we can’t see the future,
but this thought..
it stays with me.
Not out of doubt,
but because I love you
so deeply,
even my overthinking aches.
Copyright ©
Rashida DP
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