The One in Which We Reflect on the Quran
What does my victory look like?
The gates of Firdaus calling my name
Allah overseeing my fame
My palette saturating my parents with happiness
My dreams being birthed at the end of this labour
The sweet fruit of my patience
My sweat tearing through the boulders of fear
Failure as a wingman for success
Faith as the pearled wings to carry me to new zeniths.
Only with the help of Allah SWT