Tableeghni Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

Every night, I reach for you, my fingers grasping at nothing but cold air. I tell myself it's just a bad dream, that if I close my eyes long enough, I'll wake up and find you here. But I never do.

My heart aches for you, love. I crave you in a way that feels unbearable, like I've lost a part of myself that only you can return.

Tell me, why does every breeze feel like your touch, every fading sunset like a quiet promise that you'll come back? Maybe I'm just being foolish, finding pieces of you in things that can never hold me the way you did.

I count the moments by the sound of my own heartbeat, each one making the space between us feel even bigger. Ya 3youni, tableeghni ya habibi—carry me back to you.