When you let go of my hand,
I thought I had lost everything—
drowning in the vast emptiness,
drifting upon an ocean of tears.

But slowly I understood:
a hand is never just a hand.
A hand is a bridge,
and beyond it lies the touch of eternity.

You left me,
yet the love that lived within you
did not abandon me.
For love is not a person,
love is the breath of God—
a flame sent from Allah,
burning as light within us.

Where you let go,
I thought it was the end.
But no—
that was my beginning,
the first step of my soul’s journey
from mortality into eternity.

If love clings only to a person,
it shatters.
But if love is seen
as the mirror of the Divine,
then separation is an illusion.

Beloved, you are gone,
yet you remain within me—
the tear in my eyes,
the radiance of my heart,
the lifting of my hands
in prayer towards Allah.

You let go of my hand,
but Love does not let go.
Love is the wind—
moving everywhere,
where I also exist,
and where you also exist.