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By Taubah Abdul-Baeth
Fare off from the reasons of humanity is where I find truth to be reasonably without reason and yet that imbalance comes together, forming what imaginations cant transpose of. Why do these things not leap together in the balance that describes to man the truth? And is it which I know or what I want to believe - ya Allah please help me understand.
So fare off it is and I cannot touch it that which my heart wondered and pleaded to describe something which does not exist in my world of wonder, how could that be? How could it not? Where do I stand in this novelty-like sensation, to offer a delicate portion of the beauty I do not hold once again. And to look would be to admit my desires of what I dare not know. And it passes over me so gently and kind as to lease a trace of nothingness to follow with my soul to a place of nowhere. And still I wait, anticipating my time, my turn to feel the rush of painful relief of reassuring - searches are over, only lasting enough to taste a bittersweet meaning of life. Or the very one your soul does not live - if there is a battle it calls me with its rings and roars, swords and sabers... a beauty of Islam is for all - Insha Allah.
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