Hello readers, This pieces was inspired by a storm. A Mother's Touch It starts storming and you wake up, startled you hide under your blanket and cover your ears hoping either the storm will pass or you will fall back to sleep Neither happens you take deep breaths and make dua' your mom wakes up, thinking of you and comes to your room You move over and she hugs you giving you a rub until you fall asleep She stays by you until morning comes and you thank her and you both thank God. {written around 4:50 a.m. Jun 30, 2012} -written by Fida Islaih (all writing is mine and is copyrighted)
Let your heart heal.