ItzSilHabiba
For Habiba, from Issa In the quiet hours after Maghrib light,A name reached my heart so calm, so bright.Not through crowds, nor the noise of the street,But softly, where two written destinies meet. Habiba,Your name sounds like sabr wrapped in grace,Like a prayer whispered in a peaceful place.And though oceans and borders stand in between,Allah writes stories long before they are seen. I may be in Buffalo beneath winter skies,While Kitale’s sun rests warm in your eyes,But distance is […]