All Yours

(( البلاد بلاد الله، والعباد عباد الله )) 

It is all Yours, my Lord. I make no claim to affect anything. All with You, may You protect. And every baby, child, adult, human, animal, plant - may they all be secure under Your gaze. O Allah, grant them ease and mercy, and make their endings beautiful. I miss the Prophet, peace & blessings upon him. I miss him sending forth Ali with love in his heart and pride in his eyes. I miss Abu Sufyan loyally holding onto his blessed stirrup. I miss Zubayr riding to and fro in front of him, wounds and all. I miss the accuracy of Nusayba's arrows, guided by the light of his prophecy. Madad, ya ahl Allah.