THE HARDEST LOVE

[Intro – Whispered | Instrumental | Slow | Very Melodious] Fadhkurūnī adhkurkum, washkurū lī wa lā takfurūn… “So remember Me; I will remember you. And be grateful to Me, and do not deny Me.” (Qur’an 2:152) Loving You… is the hardest love. [Verse 1 | Instrumental | Slow | Very Melodious ] I cannot hold Your hand, yet Your touch is everywhere. I cannot see Your face, yet every beauty borrows its light from You. I cannot hear Your voice, yet every silence whispers Your name. I search not with my eyes, nor with hands that grasp the passing world, but through the hidden chambers of my heart, where absence becomes presence, and longing becomes prayer. [Chorus | Instrumental | Slow | Very Melodious ] Loving You is the hardest love, for every veil becomes an ocean. Every distraction steals my sight, yet still my soul keeps calling. I lose You in a thousand worlds, then find You in a single breath. Through tears, through longing, through surrender— I return… I return again. [Verse 2 | Instrumental | Slow | Very Melodious] The pain is not that You are far; the pain is that I forget. One moment of remembrance, and every star, every breath, every heartbeat sings Your command. Then duty calls, the veil returns, and once again I wander homeward. [Bridge | Instrumental | Slow | Very Melodious] There is no distance— only veils, only forgetting, only the illusion of separation. You ask not for my wealth, nor my achievements, nor even this body made of dust. You ask for the only thing I still try to keep: Myself. So let my heart answer before my lips— Inna ṣalātī wa nusukī wa maḥyāya wa mamātī lillāhi rabbil-’ālamīn. Lā sharīka lah, wa bidhālika umirtu wa anā awwalul-muslimīn… “Indeed, my prayer, my sacrifice, my living and my dying are for Allah, Lord of all the worlds. He has no partner. This I have been commanded, and I am the first of those who submit.” (Qur’an 6:162–163) Then every breath becomes surrender, and every heartbeat becomes home. [Final Chorus | Instrumental | Slow | Very Melodious ] Yet my work here is unfinished. You placed me here with love still waiting to be given. So I walk between two worlds— one hand in time, one hand in eternity. I stumble. I forget. I return. Loving You is the hardest love, yet every road is leading home. Every sorrow and every joy carry traces of Your mercy. For I was never searching for You— I was only traveling through time until I could finally see: You were with me in every breath, every sorrow, every joy, every forgetting, and every remembrance. Loving You… is the hardest love. Yet it is the only love worth living for.