"A soul that's learned to bloom
after every fall,
can't be fully broken.
I fall.
I break.
I bruise.
Roughly.
But in my core resides Spring;
so I survive,
relearn,
heal,
regrow,
bloom,
as I keep moving
towards the light.
If I stop,
I will wither
and withering isn't an option
for I still have a long way to go.
The wounds will persist
but life goes on,
so must I."
-- m-khadija, Life Goes On.
"Verily, with hardship there is relief."
94:6
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