My treasure
Edited by Beryl Belsky
I recently discovered a treasure I had had for 17 years without ever noticing it was there. Although it never left my side, I was too blind to recognize it until I experienced one of the worst times of my life. For 17 years my treasure grew; it blossomed little by little, slowly but steadily, and now I am enjoying it in its full glory. On my bleakest days, when I am too sick to move and too proud to ask for help, my treasure lays itself bare before me, offering fountains of pure love and sincere help, making itself available for the taking. It is surprising how it puts itself at my service, wholeheartedly, gracefully and lovingly, and the manner in which it does makes me feel stronger, despite my fragility, proud, despite the humility of needing others, happy even in my misery.
Ali is my treasure, my pride and joy, my man and son and friend. Thank you, Ali, for being who you are; thank you Allah for my treasure: the sweetest, kindest and most graceful human being I have ever known in my life. May Allah keep you safe, sound, happy and loving foreve
