*When the sun within her set...*

When her heart was low, and she strolled out of her house, she saw the setting sun. It was beautiful, glorious and golden. It was a sight, that she always loved. But it was setting, giving way to the darkness of the night.

She felt like it, she thought.

Lonesome, Tired, Exhausted and Forlorn.

Delving into the darkness. Just like the setting sun.

But then again, she was reminded, that even the sun that sets, rises again!

After every SUN-SET is a SUN-RISE!

And when the sun RISES again, it rises with spreading its warmth; beautiful, golden, fresh, pure rays that reach far and beyond, sparkling everything that they touch!

But even when the sun SETS, she noticed, how it doesn't set with gloominess. But does so, with all splendour and beauty; spreading the golden gleam, the beautiful hues, the awe-inspiring colours, around! In its glorious golden aura, does the world around it bathe...

With all beauty it sets...

Even in its ‘setting’, was a Blessing.

Perhaps, she was ‘setting’ like it too. With a purpose. A Blessing in disguise, that which someday she will fully comprehend, that which someday her Lord would tell her, and she would finally know.

But, even in her setting, she now knew, there had to be *Beauty*.

There had to be *Blessing*.

And with spreading that *aura* of beauty, of beautiful colours of all kind, of faith, of love, of hope, of optimism, of smiles, of happiness, of all things good; golden and gleaming; by Him making her His source to spread it all, she would SET.

And then again, when she would RISE; when HE would let her RISE, it would be with New Hope, With Renewed Faith. A New Day. A Fresh, New Rising.

And then, just like the sun, perhaps, she could stretch her rays from within, far and wide. And the New-Found Optimism, Hope, Love and Faith in her heart, perhaps, He would let her spread, with all its glorious-ness and warmth, hoping to sparkle everything that it touches; through her, In shaa Allah!

Just like the SUN-SET and the SUN-RISE.

With Beauty it Sets, with Beauty it Rises Again.

On The Command of Thy Lord.

Perhaps, She was like the Sun, too.
The sun-set and the sun-rise within her heart and soul too, were perhaps the same....

When the sun within her set,
it was On The Command of Thy Lord.

When the sun within her rose,
it was On The Command of Thy Lord.

As, and when her Lord Commanded, did she SET and did she RISE.
And with A BLESSING, and with GLORIOUS BEAUTY, perhaps, was her *SETTING* and her *RISING*.

(In shaa Allah! Alhamdulillah! Mashaa Allah! allahumma barrik laha! Subhan Allah! Allahu Akbar! And Allah Knows Best! La haula wa la quwwata ill billah! All Praises & Thanks are to Him Alone! la ilaha illallah!)

-Nida Arshi Naqeeb
(His slave, your sis)