True And Sincere Kinship Poem by Mohammad Younus

Many gather around the glow of our light, drawn to the brilliance of our strengths, the music of our laughter, the grace of our victories. They speak our names in admiration, toast to our successes, and revel in the beauty we present to the world. Yet, how many will stay when the light dims? When the melody falters? When the weight of our burdens bends our shoulders low?

'Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, ' yet too often, human affection is fickle, swaying like leaves in the changing winds of fortune. But divine love—the love that flows from the Source of all creation—is steadfast, unchanging, and eternal. It is the love that sees us not as the world sees us, but as souls on a sacred journey, imperfect yet infinitely worthy.

True friendship, true kinship, is not defined by the moments when we shine but by the hands that hold us when we break. It is the quiet presence beside us when our words fail, the unwavering gaze that sees us not as an ideal but as a whole—light and shadow, triumph and frailty, laughter and silence. It is the love that mirrors the divine, a reflection of the Creator's boundless compassion.

'A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.'
A brother is not one who walks beside us only on sunlit roads but one who finds us in the storm, drenched and trembling, and stays. A sister is not merely one who sings our praises but one who kneels beside us when we are too weary to rise, offering prayers when our own voices falter.

Let us not be deceived by admiration alone. Let us cherish those who witness our struggles and do not turn away. Those who do not flinch at our flaws, nor retreat when our burdens spill over. These are the souls who carry the light of the divine within them, who love not because it is easy, but because it is holy.

For love that endures beyond admiration, beyond perfection, beyond ease—this is the love that mirrors the eternal. It is the love that deserves our trust, our gratitude, our deepest name for home. It is the love that whispers of heaven, a foretaste of the unity we will one day know in the presence of the Divine.

In this love, we find not only kinship but also a sacred reminder: we are never alone. For the same hands that hold the stars also hold us, and the same heart that beats in the cosmos beats within each of us. This is the love that calls us beyond admiration, into true kinship—with one another, and with the Divine.

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