Words About a Loyal Friend
Below are some reflections on a loyal friend:
- My radiant friend, who seems to be made of sunlight, illuminating the darkest corners of my soul; I wish for an eternity by your side, an eternity that is devoid of your absence.
- Have I ever told you that my life without you feels incomplete?
- I entrust to God a friend who mistakenly believes I have forgotten him, a friend who thinks he has been set aside amidst my numerous relationships, yet he is closer to my heart than anyone else.
- Dear friend, whether they are with you or not, I am with you. If you depart, I will continue to wait to be with you again.
- It pains me, my friend, whenever I attempt to move forward in life without you, exploring new hobbies, forming new friendships, perhaps finding a new love; I always discover that nothing resembles you.
- Peace be upon that friend who endures your bad moods without complaint, who embraces you and never leaves you alone, may peace be upon the spirit of this rare individual.
- What makes her your friend? When she learned about the dark side of my life, she filled it with stars.
- My friend: a living embodiment of divine grace in its most magnificent form.
- My friends may change over time, but you remain constant.
- Always tell your best friend that you will support her until the very end.
- If you ask me what’s wrong, my friend, I may not respond, but I cherish your questions as they let me feel your presence close to me.
- Some faces were created by God to serve as a truce of peace in this miserable world, just like yours, my friend.
- A friend to whom I turn weak and return stronger every time.
- Do not stop being my friend.
- Sometimes, the mercy of God comes in the form of a friend.
- Your friend is the one who defends you in your absence more fiercely than you would for yourself.
Poetic Excerpts About a Loyal Friend
Excerpt One
If you are among a people, choose the best of them
And do not associate with the worst, lest you fall with the vile.
Speak with justice if you must speak, do not blame
And if there is criticism, condemn it; if there is praise, extol it.
Do not insist on anything unless it is justified.
And extend your hand generously to your friend’s cries for help.
Excerpt Two
Souls of men recognize each other upon meeting,
Some are enemies to avoid, and others are friends.
Thus are people’s matters; one of them is light when you engage with him,
Yet heavy when encountered at a distance.
Excerpt Three
The shame of life is the betrayal of a friend,
And I see both as food, vile and detestable.
If there were nothing but one of them,
Let us proceed to death with a beautiful stride.
Do not sit idly by, for calamities come;
For issues and troubles are more than anyone can bear.
Excerpt Four
Choose wisely whom you befriend,
And do not draw close to the wretched.
A true friend is not one who only stands by you in prosperity,
But remains steadfast in adversity.
He grows restless for what matters to you
And does not find peace in slumber.
And how often has a smiling face
Wished you were there, even if it means suffering.
Excerpt Five
There is nothing in this world I cherish more than
The sight of dear friends and companions.
And there is no sweeter music to my ears
Than the voice of a herald announcing the return of loved ones.
Poems on Friendship
If a person only seeks you out with pretenses
If a person only cares for you when it is convenient,
Then leave him and do not dwell on your regrets.
For among people, there are replacements, and in letting go there is comfort,
And in the heart, there is patience for a beloved, even if he turns away.
Not everyone you love will love you back,
Nor will everyone you befriend hold you dear.
If the bond of true friendship is not instinctual,
Then there is no worth in friendship that is forced.
And there is no good in a companion who betrays a friend,
Only to greet him with indifference when the closeness fades.
He forgets a life shared long ago,
And reveals secrets that were once hidden.
Peace be upon the world if it contains not one
Honest, true, and equitable friend.
A friend is not measured by status
A true friend is not one whose status is elevated,
But one whose character shines through.
When times are tough, he does not falter
And when troubles arise, his resolve remains strong.
He supports you in times of distance and closeness,
And never withholds good from you.
He is not like those who feign friendship but burn with their grudges,
Whose hatred boils beneath the surface.
He critiques his brother’s actions under the guise of sadness,
To mislead others into thinking he is wholly consumed by sorrow.
This is a façade of animosity cloaked in pretense,
So beware and know that God will forsake him.
A person is known by his actions
A person is recognized among people by his deeds,
And the qualities of a noble person are akin to his roots.
Bear through the sweet and bitter moments,
For God’s decree will surely be fulfilled.
Do not engage in gossip, lest you find yourself gossiped about.
And remember, what is spoken may often return to the one who spoke it.
Avoid indecency; do not utter it,
As long as you are engaged in meaningful dialogue, be it serious or playful.
And when a friend wrongs you through ignorance,
Forgive him for the sake of friendship, not for his own.
How many learned souls have been humbled yet still regarded,
By those who are unworthy of even a fragment of their regard!
The sea can rise with the carcasses of the fallen,
And pearls may be buried deep within its sand.
Marvel at a sparrow competing with a falcon,
Only due to its foolishness and lightness of mind!
Beware of reaping sweetness from a bitter gourd,
As the essence eventually returns to its base form.
On the winds lie inscriptions of love;
He who acts kindly will be rewarded likewise.
Messages to a Friend from the Old Neighborhood
My dear friend, greetings of longing from my heart,
Which remains loyal to the longtime companion,
For memories that still live warmly within us,
Of a life we lived in our old neighborhood.
Today, my dear friend, I have reached an inevitable conclusion,
One that had previously been hidden from my vision;
I learned that all that wisdom and faith have called for,
Is a bond uniting us called brotherhood.
This bond, knitted with affection,
Once soared in the air like vapor,
And that which once fortified humanity with compassion,
Has now evaporated like dust in the wind.
As a result, what has fortified man through the ages,
Is a pair of wings for the bird of kindness
Extending over our burdens,
With its banners of love among fellow men representing the worship of the Merciful.
But when man denounces his fellow beings,
Allowing evil to reign over good,
And sets the universe ablaze with his assault,
Then love is devastated, and its covenant is forsaken.
This cherished bird then flies away from Earth,
Calling upon the rivers of our tears
To return it to us—a plea we have often made to God.
Now, in man there remains only the image of humanity,
Filled with cruelty, malice, and greed,
As it spirals below in a terrifying descent toward nothingness.
In our world, he used to live amid us, residing in the nurturing grounds of life,
In a sanctuary of loyalty, gratitude, and kindness.
And when the divine became displeased with His servant’s earthly actions,
He was taken away by those using the veil of forgetfulness.
Today, we no longer hear of him or see him,
And if you inquire about him, the answer is:
It was a time long ago, in ancient times,
When humanity lived among us.
For those exalted above were cast out of the realm of purity,
From the domain of virtue,
From the world of beauty,
And sunk into the sludge.
Today, my dear friend, I have learned that everything wisdom and faith have spoken
Concerning the bonds that unite earth’s citizens,
Is simply brotherhood,
Once woven intricately with affection,
Now just dust adrift in the wind.
No more, only sorrow remains among the people,
As I observed, when my eyes saw nothing but disappointment and despair.
Oh, how strange the world has become! The branches have been stripped of their blossoms,
And defeat has consumed all that is dry and green in our meadow.
Poisoned daggers of hatred have invaded,
Tearing apart both bodies and souls.
How strange it is that in a world where humanity has become a commodity,
Blood, wealth, and dignity are up for grabs.
Oh, how astonishing it is that one created from clay and water,
Turns tyrannical over his peers,
While his heart is of stone!
How curious it is that those who dwell on this planet are not descendants of man,
But rather soldiers of Satan,
And the progeny of darkness!