re-awakened muslimah

To all that could be new...

Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem

Fireworks and loud cheers;

Frosted breath, excited laughter.

There is dance and merriment;

Froth and bubbles;

Promises and kisses;

Warm embraces, silent gazes.

Lots to leave behind;

Bundles to take forward.

Dreams and hopes soar;

Aspirations take a deep breath,

begin anew.

Here’s to all that’s going to be new,

Heart break and happiness,

Travel and upheaval,

Peace, entirely sans war,

Music and tears,

Comfortable days and rough nights,

Treading on beaten paths,

In efforts to find unbeaten ones.

Here’s to moving on, and to

carrying ourselves forward.