Days of Rahmah

You turn my wounds to wisdom, my sorrow into grace.

Through every tear I’ve ever wept, I find Your warm embrace.

Gentle souls who feel too much, don’t turn away in fear.

For every ache within your chest is Allah ﷻ drawing near.

The winds of sorrow shake the trees,
but roots grow strong in pain.

Every tear upon your cheek is Mercy in the rain.

Don’t you know the broken hearts are closest to His throne?

Through the fire and through the storm, you’ll find you’re not alone.

Oh, the soft ones, the kind ones, the ones who truly feel.

Your pain is not a burden—it’s the key to something Real.

Through the tears and through the trials, His Mercy gently flows.

Every wound, a doorway where His endless Rahmah grows.

The Prophet ﷺ Walks with Mercy, a Lantern in the dark.

He ﷺ heals the lost, He ﷺ loves the weak,
He ﷺ holds each shattered heart.

So when the world is heavy, when the sorrow bends your spine.

Know that every bruise and burden is dressing you with light.

The winds of sorrow shake the trees, but roots grow strong in pain.

Every tear upon your cheek is Mercy in the rain.

Don’t you know the broken hearts are closest to His throne?

Through the fire and through the storm, you’ll find you’re not alone.

Oh, the soft ones, the kind ones, the ones who truly feel.

Your pain is not a burden—it’s the key to something Real.

Through the tears and through the trials, His Mercy gently flows.

Every wound, a doorway where His endless Rahmah grows.

So breathe in His ﷺ remembrance, let the zikr calm the tide.

Wrap yourself in gentleness, let His ﷺ love be your Guide.