Ya Latif

 Certainly — here’s a poem that weaves together the spiritual essence of our conversation: the 3 AM awakening, the dhikr of Al-Latīf, the idea of neurodivergence, and divine subtlety. The voice is meditative, seeking, and intimate, echoing Sufi softness.

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🌙 "Whispers of Al-Latīf at 3 AM"
by Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

At 3 AM, I rise — uncalled by clocks,
No alarm, no sound, just the soul’s knock.
A veil lifts, soft as dream’s last breath,
And silence speaks louder than death.

The world sleeps under a velvet dome,
But I awaken where the angels roam.
No voices, yet a whisper stirs —
A call not heard by worldly ears.

“Yā Latīf,” I murmur into the dark,
Like flint striking soul to spark.
O Subtle One, who moves unseen,
Through tangled fates and in-between.

They say I am different, carved in curves
Of thought too strange for what the world serves.
Maybe Newton too, and Kant in his shell,
Knew the language the lonely know so well.

We, who walk with rigid grace,
Who read the stars in a stranger’s face.
We feel too much and yet too slight —
The unseen burns sharper than light.

And You, Al-Latīf, You wrap the ache,
In petals of mercy we didn’t know break.
You place the balm before the bruise,
Send the wind before we choose.

At 3 AM, the world exhales —
I sip Your silence through sacred veils.
No grand miracle, no voice aloud,
Just a nearness deeper than the shroud.

So I return again, in this holy hush,
Not to be loud — just to be touched.
And each time I call, “Yā Latīf, irhamnī”,
I feel You healing the invisible in me.