In the glow of a bright, sunny day,
Riya steps out, letting worries fall away.
With her phone in hand, she begins to speak,
Her voice steady, her spirit sleek.
"I did it, we did it, " her heart leaps high,
Underneath the endless, open sky.
But soon her words turn soft, yet clear,
As she reflects on the journey, so dear.
She speaks of faith, patience, and trust,
Of challenges faced, and dreams that must.
With each step, she feels the Divine,
Guiding her path, a light to shine.
Twenty minutes, a breath of soul,
Her words like whispers that gently roll.
Saved for a time when the world grows dim,
When doubts arise, and hope seems slim.
Months later, in the grip of night,
She plays it back, and finds her light.
Riya's voice, full of fire and grace,
Brings her back to that sacred place.
The Sufi wisdom, now clear and bright,
Reminds her that the journey's light,
Is not just in the steps she takes,
But in the peace that her heart makes.
So she walks, and she speaks, and she knows within,
That the real victory is where faith begins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem