Aya

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] Mm… Aya… [

] Hasan says your name like a quiet prayer, Like peace arrives whenever you’re near. In all the small moments you’re always there, Turning heavy days into something clear. And when the world feels loud or pulls him fast, You’re the calm that brings him home at last. [Pre-

] So this is a song, gentle and true— A soft reflection of what he sees in you. [

] (Arabic – simple, Levantine, Jordan-friendly) Aya, ya roohi, ya ’albi, inti nūr ayyāmī. Aya, habibti, bhibbik aktar kil yōm, You make this whole world feel like home. [

] You might not notice all the things you do, The steady love, the strength you give. But Hasan carries every piece of you In how he hopes, in how he lives. If love is shown in simple ways, Yours is written through his days. [

] And if the future ever feels unclear, Let this melody say what stays the same: You are chosen, you are cherished here, Every morning, every day. [Final

] (repeat twice, soft the first time, fuller the second) Aya, ya roohi, ya ’albi, inti nūr ayyāmī. Aya, habibti, bhibbik aktar kil yōm, You make this whole world feel like home. [

] Aya… always home.