The Essence of Her Friendship--Natasha
She has known me for years and still likes me
Sensitivity for my needs has placed her in my heart
We have grown together—grown into women who share the same struggles
We have grown together—grown into women who share different struggles
We have grown into women
She has held her breath in anticipation of my achievements
She has held her breath in anticipation and sometimes confirmation of my heartbreaks
She has held her breath for me—shared my dreams, disappointments, and victories
She has exhaled with me over education, career, family, and men
We have breathed together—sisters by choice
Her essence is like lavender…strong in fragrance, lingering so that it can soothe, and packed with healing properties.
Lah lah lah lah lah
Black raven hair that mimics the intensity of midnight
A smile that fills the cracks of broken hearts with Noor
A lover of life, good food, and ebony men
A heart that beats to the drums of Fela, Femi, and Miriam
A passion that ignites like hot sultry volcanoes—not because of hardness in the heart, but because of the fight for justice, equality, and human rights
A friend that traverses the roads of the world in search of truth, peace, and love.
A friend that blazes her own path.
Lah lah lah lah lah
Why do I love my sisters?
So kind and loving they are
Always encouraging me to be the best I can be.
Always reminding me of Allah’s grace and mercy.
Black! Red! White! Fuchsia! Cream! Lavender! Green!
Scarves flowing in the wind
Skirts that sashay as she walks
A vision of Allah’s love for his creation
A woman of integrity and spirit
A woman of faith and love
A woman of strength and kindness
Hands that shape the world--
Holding crying babies
Writing on chalk boards
Making meals for the hungry
Hands that rise at the sound of “Allahu Akbar”
Hands that give warm hugs and Salaams—the kind that only a sister can give
Hands that make constant supplication
A heart that listens with the best of intentions
A heart that understands and emphatically says
I know that struggle
I know that heartache
I know that joy
I know Allah
Yes my sister is one of a kind.
Just as Allah intended
She is different from me
Sisters joined by faith and love not always by blood ties.
She is my sister in Islam!