A silent cry in solitude revives the heart more than a thousand words of comfort.
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To live in dunya is to walk in exile;
To remember Allah is to find home. 🕋
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Longing
Kiss me with light,
Turn all my darkness
To stars in the night.
Bless me with colors,
Soft, tender hues,
A love everlasting
That heals all blues.
Kiss me with fervor,
Till reason is torn,
Awaken my spirit,
Make me reborn.
Drown me in longing,
In whispers and fire,
A storm of your love,
A flood of desire.-
The shadows of grey and black
Fall upon my pastel, serene hues,
Dimming my soul into oblivion.
I struggle to come to terms,
As the colours within me fade,
Softly veiling the essence of my being.-
My persona blooms,
like a sunflower—
turning, surrendering,
to the source of light.
In every golden petal
a prayer unfolds,
in every shadow
a secret of growth.
I flourish not by myself,
but in the radiance
that was always there,
waiting to be received.-
Bowl of night dipped in ignorance,
A dark heart filled with arrogance.
Dawn seems far from a sleeping heart,
Missing mystical dawn's fragrance.
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Books are not paper and ink;
they are the voices of the dead,
the dreams of the living,
and the seeds of tomorrow.
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What constitutes sufficient?
Is there a parameter to pain
Or a boundary set for worldly gain?
At what point does the heart declare,
"I surrender, God! I am weary"?
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At times, the desire to write
be it poetry or personal reflections wanes.
In such moments, one yearns
for a tranquil mind, free from
intrusive thoughts, and a heart
that finds solace in the beauty of nature.
It is time to drift aimlessly,
savoring the present and cherishing
the wonders of creation.
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