WHICH ONE STILL STANDING

I guess, as Allah said, it’s true,

We’re never burdened beyond what we can do.

So when things fall apart and slip from my hand,

Maybe it’s part of what He had planned.

Maybe He breaks what wasn’t meant,

To clear the space, to fix what’s bent.

And what remains through storm and test,

That’s the part He knows is best.

The pieces that scatter, the ones that fade,

They’re lessons in love that couldn’t have stayed.

But the ones that stay, still whole, still true

They whisper, “This is meant for you.”

So I hold to faith when things go wrong,

Knowing I’ve been carrying pain too long.

And maybe the fall was just His way

Of making room for better days.