Under a cloud

I am the one who broke my heart when I buried my grandfather and I buried my soul when I buried my grandmother. My book tells a bitter reality that I transformed with my good trust in Allah into a happy reality. Simple words and thoughts that speak to our hearts, we the mourners and the broken ones, whose hearts were broken by life when we lost our loved ones. I intended with every letter of it a dear one, my heart, may Allah have mercy on them both. And despite the intensification of my grief; I am still a sunrise and happiness.. to pat them on the hearts of those who experienced the bitterness of my grief one day.. so they see life with the brightness of a shining sun.. and they seek shade here under the shadow of my cloud.. whenever life becomes tight on them.