Not alone, the angels surround in patience,
I still the alarm… honestly, in impatience,
But Satan smiling? How could I allow that on my conscience!
I proceed for prayers , seeking shelter in Allah’s munificence.
Busy hours, worldly ties, many problems
And only one solution,
I prepare with ablution
And again walk into peaceful elation...
Rhythmic sounds of minds thinking
That TV and Music are the way to be
My eyes mosey around
Seeking what needs to be found
I bypass different shades of me
By no means finding my individuality
And today’s TV and music subliminally
bound me from being what I long to see
Im Chasing...
Pick up the pieces of your soul
that have been tossed into the dirt
Pick it up, polish it off, and treasure it
just as one would an echanted jewel
that was once hidden far beneath the earth
Torment your soul no more
of your searching
Let it find peace
and satisfy that longing
for the Beloved.
For, "verily in the rememberance of Allah
to hearts find rest..."
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