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A poem...
These words like words past are to console souls, the souls who wrote these is anonymous yet is known, is in the light, yet in the shadows, words uttered in the moments when souls need content are what these words are for,.. read enjoy listen be enlightened, don’t fret over the identity of the writer for they are your words as they are mine.. listen to your heart speaking and you will feel as I do..
"Oh Allah King, in the vastest of heavens so far, yet so close within our hearts, oh owner of truth and righteousness, bestower of wisdom and maker of the brightest of human out of young souls, bless the ones in here, like dandelions fraying and dancing in the springtime, make their existence riddled with a joyful glee, like the endless cycle of life, each step precious from childhood to adulthood to old age, as physiological changes occur naturally just as the coming of wisdom, May we all live like true souls, like resilient, strong people of truth, like torchbearers of justice, voices from the midst of darkness, like wandering fireflies looking for love, may we all find each other on the day of reckoning in true peace and brotherhood and sisterhood, I hope that the fragrance of jannat whispers its wonderful melody in all of your hearts’ ears.."
" In the night, behind the mask that is its darkness, apart from its
mystery that it its shadows, in spite of its superstitions that lie in
ignorance, is one joyous light, the moon,..
In the day, in the world manic and lost in its whims, in humanities
downtrodden paths toward their desires and impure wishes, the path
towards selfishness, lies a constant source of positivity, the sun,..??
In the world, in the vastness that is the valleys, the hills, the
mountains and the cliffs, in all the places, there is only one
enchanted beam that stretches itself to kiss the sky in a sign of
unity, the rainbow...
In the past, wherein lied the tears of humanities fallen heroes,
cherished souls that died for their truth, warriors of light, long
lost yet not forgotten, is an example of valour,..
In the present, amidst the madness that is the plight of man, the
superficiality that is the shadow that veils hearts, the eccentricism
that fuels our egos gregarious demands, lies one place from which
comfort can come, the one called mother..
In the future, in its shadowy veil, in the moments of hopelessness,
in the times when the clouds cover the eyes so that they don’t want to
believe anymore, in the silhouettes of sorrow that harshly send blows
to the ears so that they can’t hear the melody anymore, lies a place of
hope, the heart,
In the sky, beyond the eyes of the night, the gaze of the eagle,
the flight of the dove,.. lies a king in expectation, with open hands
of love and mercy, and therein lies our Allah, who is our salvation..."
Written by an Anonymous Brother
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