A Prayer Between Wounds
forgive me for thinking negatively,
not out of envy,
but from exhaustion
watching them move in circles
that never leave space for me
they alienate me—
the phrase echoes
like a door closing softly,
yet loud enough
to leave a bruise
job opportunities appear,
but they are shared quietly,
passed only among themselves,
names repeating,
faces unchanged,
while I remain unseen
bismillah,
I place this disappointment
in God’s hands,
the One who knows
how to replace loss
with something better,
something fair,
something meant for me
and one of them—
acting strange,
pretending to know everything,
always interfering with what is mine,
crossing lines,
invading spaces
I tried so hard to protect
it truly hurts,
but I choose prayer
over revenge
may God return what is deserved,
not through my hands,
but through His justice
that never fails
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