When Love Became Flesh And Light Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Before love truly blossomed, it was merely a lovely story woven into songs and tucked away in the whispers of midnight prayers.
Then, destiny tiptoed in, and suddenly, the everyday felt anything but ordinary.
Even silence took on a softer hue in the warmth of such tenderness.
The companion of weary days
loved with the depth of an ocean, enough to wash away every hidden fear nestled beneath fragile ribs.
And when motherhood arrived
like a sacred storm, bending the body under the weight of creation, a steadfast heart stood by the journey strong like a mountain, gentle like mercy itself.
There were nights when pain coursed through the body
like fire through incense, slowly burning, slowly purifying, yet the warmth of caring hands
felt like verses of comfort
sent straight from heaven.
Every bit of exhaustion was gathered with tenderness, as if even suffering deserved to be cherished.
How strange and beautiful it is
that one soul can become an entire homeland.
For within that embrace, the world shed much of its cruelty.
A calm voice, soft as light dancing on water, pulled a trembling spirit back from the brink of fear time and time again.
And then the little miracle arrived.
Not just as a child, but as living proof that genuine love
can grow a heartbeat of its own.
A tiny soul carrying
the gaze of gentleness, the longing of years spent waiting, and the fragrance of prayers
once whispered into unseen skies.
And the moment new life
was cradled in loving arms,
something deep within existence collapsed beautifully into peace.
Not only was a father born that day love itself was reborn.
No longer just a cherished companion, but the guardian of fragile hearts, the shelter of becoming, the first home
tiny footsteps would ever know.
And if destiny ever decided to rewind time through every weary night, every silent ache.