By ChoitalykRuman
In moments of stillness,
I turned to my Creator and whispered,
“Guide me, O Source of all wisdom,
For I do not know the way without You.”
And in the quiet depth of my soul, He answered—
Not with thunder or lightning,
But with a soft unfolding of grace.
In the sacred dialogue between my heart and my Lord,
There exists an invisible thread—
A connection unbroken,
A love that speaks without sound.
Once again, He breathed life into me.
Not just the rise and fall of breath,
But a renewal of strength,
A whisper of hope,
A reason to keep going.
When I thirst—
Not just for water, but for comfort, understanding, and peace—
It is He who quenches me.
When hunger arises—
Of the body, or of the soul—
He feeds me with kindness, patience, and quiet reassurance.
When I feel helpless in life’s changing tides,
He holds me.
When I fall sick, whether in flesh or in spirit,
He is the Healer—
Working through unseen hands,
Sending relief, sending light.
This give and take, this sacred exchange between my Lord and me—
It continues, endlessly.
Invisible, yet ever-present.
Silent, yet louder than any voice.
And as a mother—
Now that my child has grown,
Living apart, walking his own path,
Carrying the weight of his own life and responsibilities—
I understand, I respect his journey.
But oh, how I miss him.
There is an ache that lives within me—
A soft, unspoken gap in my chest.
Not from grief, but from longing.
Not from absence, but from love stretched across distance.
Though he left not in rebellion but in growth,
My heart still calls his name in prayer.
My soul still wraps around him,
Every morning and every night.
I cry out—not with tears of sorrow,
But with the longing only a mother can know.
And only You, my Lord,
Truly hear those cries.
You gather my silent weeping,
You carry the prayers I cannot put into words—
“Watch over him, protect him, guide him.”
You become my comfort when my arms cannot reach.
Oh my Lord—
Your compassion has no boundaries.
Your mercy has no conditions.
Your love is limitless—
And in You, I place my child, again and again.
I do not just worship You—
I love You, endlessly.
Not out of obligation,
But because You hold all the pieces of my soul—
The mother in me,
The woman in me,
The seeker, the believer, the beloved.
Forever Yours,
A servant,
A mother,
A soul wrapped in Your eternal light. – Ummey Miah
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