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16/11/2025

The Purifier's Hand

Dear Allah, You give, and then You take, You bless again, and again You break.

I never could discern the grace concealed, The hidden good Your wisdom had revealed.

I wept, I wailed, I cried my frantic plea, I laughed in anguish at my misery.

I did not know the venom You withdrew, I did not see the soul You purified anew.

Dear Allah, take away my grasping hand, Still every selfish impulse in the land Of my own heart; my nafs no longer bind.

Bestow Your will on me, and peace I find. I seek no blessing save Your will alone.

Sak

27/10/2025

What Is Life?

What is life? Is it the oblivion I inhabit every day?

What is life? Is it the facade we wear to face the day?

What is life? Is it the sharp hurt we're gifted, day after day?

What is life? Is it the inhumane atrocities our eyes are forced to see?

And sadly, life is certainly not justice.

And sadly, life is certainly not faith.

And sadly, life is certainly not hope.

15/10/2025

In whispers soft, a balm descends,
On wounded hearts, where sorrow bends.
A gentle touch, a light so pure,
Healing's grace, forever to endure.

Through shadowed valleys, hope takes flight,
Mending spirits, day and night.
Each fragile piece, made whole anew,
In healing's embrace, strength shines through.

The healing

02/10/2025

The air is thick with a sorrow unspoken,
A heavy cloak by the world unseen.
You walk the hours with a spirit broken,
Across a landscape that was once green.

The heart is a library of silent echoes,
Of words that wounded and battles unfought,
A fragile ship where the pain-wind blows,
Against the wreckage that memory brought.

Each morning brings the same stone to carry,
A constant pressure that bends the frame,
You only wish for a place to tarry,
To shed the burden of a burning shame, or nameless ache.

But even the darkest, longest night, Must yield its passage to the slow, sure dawn.
The pain you hold is a desperate light,
A testament to what you’ve bravely drawn.

May you find the crack where the sun can enter,
To warm the coldness that lives in your breast, And may your soul reach its quiet center,
To finally anchor, and finally rest.

10/09/2025

A broken mirror, shattered and askew,
A reflection of a self I thought I knew.
A whispered promise, a hand in mine,
A sacred trust, a love divine.

But in the shadows, a hidden blade,
A tapestry of lies, so carefully made.
The sweet facade, a clever guise,
Concealing daggers in your eyes.

A bitter pill, a poison art,
That seeps and spreads throughout the heart.
The wound you left, it won't be healed,
A sacred garden, now revealed.

And I, the fool, who stood so near,
Dismissed the doubt, ignored the fear.
For what is love, if not to see
The face of trust, in you and me?

Now only silence fills the space,
Where echoes of your false embrace
Still linger, cold, a ghostly touch,
A painful memory I held too much.

08/09/2025

From the long shadow of what's been done,

A broken vessel, beneath a setting sun.

The silent weight of a tangled past,

A silent sorrow, built to last.

But from the cracks, a fragile light,

A silver thread in the darkest night.

It mends the fragments, one by one,

A quiet healing, a new life begun.

It isn't forgetting, it's letting go,

Watching the rivers of mercy flow.

The burden lifted, the spirit free,

A final grace for you and me.

30/08/2025

Let them!

11/08/2025

To my dearest Israr,

Happiest second birthday to you, my angel, up in the heavens.

I saw you in a dream today, playing under a tree so breathtaking it put the whole world to shame. The sun shone differently there, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves as you laughed. A part of me is at peace and so full of gratitude. But the longing to hold you, to kiss your sweet face, and to wrap you in my arms is still so strong it takes my breath away.

The tears I shed today aren't tears of sorrow, my darling. They're tears of pure bliss, born from the overwhelming love Allah has
placed in my heart for you. A love so deep it transcends this world and fills every part of me. Mama and Baba carry you with us everywhere we go, in every beat of our hearts, in every memory, in every prayer.

We love you more than words could ever say. Have all the fun in Jannah, my precious boy.

Forever and always,
Mama and Baba❤️

31/07/2025

It's disheartening to witness a pervasive disconnect where many women seem unaware of their intrinsic worth. There's a troubling delusion that equating the public display of beauty with genuine freedom. This narrative is appalling, reducing women from thoughtful individuals to mere puppets, subtly manipulated by a barrage of deceptive messages. We're constantly fed lies, such as the idea that marriage is an impediment, and true liberation lies in safeguarding an ill-defined "freedom." But what is this freedom we speak of?

Is frequenting nightclubs a true expression of freedom for women, or is it merely a superficial indulgence? Does surrendering one's dignity for fleeting lust truly embody liberation? And is the constant exhibition of one's physical self to every voyeuristic gaze genuinely empowering? If these actions are what we're told constitute "woman empowerment," then I am profoundly confused. It feels as though the very essence of empowerment has been distorted, prioritizing fleeting external validation over the cultivation of inner strength, wisdom, and genuine autonomy.

31/07/2025

Dearest Allah,

Jannah must be filled with the laughters of the young children of Palestine. They would be glowing and being their happiest I am sure. I am sure it is a happy ending for them but I can't help feeling heart broken.
I am sorry Allah for my helplessness
I am sorry Allah for my ignorance
I am sorry Allah for not doing enough
I am sorry Allah for not making a bigger effort for the people of Palestine.
May you be with them always.
May things become happier and easier..
Ameen sumamenn

30/07/2025

And the truth is, you and I are broken in ways that run deep, perhaps unseen by others, yet profoundly felt within us.
And the truth is, you and I are scarred by the battles we've fought and the wounds we've carried, marks etched into our very being.

And the truth is, you and I are afraid of what tomorrow may bring, of vulnerability, of the unknown paths stretching before us.
And the truth is, you and I are anxious, our minds racing with worries, our hearts often burdened by the weight of possibilities.

But the truth is also, you and I will heal, little by little, day by day, as we embrace Tawakkul Allah, trusting in His divine plan and finding solace in His wisdom.
But the truth is also, you and I will smile, a genuine light returning to our eyes, fueled by the strength of our Eman, our unwavering faith guiding us towards peace and joy.