is it?

Is it too much to ask
That one must cherish me
Content only that I be
Cater to dreams I couldn't dream to have
Fight the worlds on Allah's(swt) behalf
Is it impossible
That one should be jealous over me
Yet never hinder
With out letting me run free
Perhaps there is one
That humbles me with his humility
Reaching to God for ways to dwell in tranquility
One with the ability to cushion my vulnerabilities
Fall in love with my sensitivity
Speak softly when the world is harsh to me
Encourage that through Allah Ill gain invincibility
For the sake of Allah our bond growing infinitely
Knowing life ends inevitably
Always making du'a that together in jennah we'll be

Abundance

This era is one of many words
Mouths like gaping holes unable to with hold
Thoughts, opinions, verses, speeches, prose
Encores without request
Everyone self satisfied that their public soliloquy is the best
Ya ani its a pretentious mess!
Still they strut around because no bigger mouth can be found

I dream of drifting back in time
Arab language in its prime
When men spoke words worth pausing for
With all their depth in language and culture
They couldn't produce even one like Al-kowther

Not works of soothsayers, poets, nor magicians
Truth that humbles its enemies into prostration
So read, in the name of your Lord
heed lest you bear a loss none can afford