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Do you know that feeling when you are hurt so much and you just want to cry! I mean you want to let thousands of droplets of tears out of your swollen eyes, but you wouldn’t be able to because you have no single tears left in there.
That time when you could feel the blood in your heart dripping like the remnant of rain on the zinc, after a long downpour that continuously drips down on the earth; and the chest up to your upper abdomen hurts so much as though someone is in there frying some delicacies.
Or that time when your heart beats violently against your chest or breast making a tapping sound as though your chest were a window pan that got controlled over by a heavy wind.

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This is what happen when I buried those moments beneath that no penetrable part of my being, and let them eat me dry and hurt me alone. Mahatma Gandhi said “no one can hurt us except by our permission” don’t you think it applies to only a few persons?
This few years of mine, I have spent my miserable life like an object among humans. I don’t know what joy and happiness look like; I have become a human without any other feelings aside pain and sorrow.
Everyone complain about how cold I have become, how uninteresting my life had turned into. No one really cares to ask how I landed into this and how I will get out of it.
Each time people are gathered in their multitude rejoicing, there is this ache, a terrible one that burn down through my heart and rendered me helpless. At times I wish I could cry but it was impossible since my soul had become like become a desert deserted by rain for years, no tears would flow. This pain and sorrow, and its story is a long one that I wouldn’t be able to narrate today, for today is a day of lamentation – even though am not sure of tomorrow am pretty sure for tomorrow, my story will narrate itself.       



Dust I was, floating in air,
Given an identity by Creator’s Care.

Flying seed I was, craving for land,

Given a golden ground by His Guidance.

Fake glitters charmed me too,

Devilish desires harmed me too,

Unbridled freedom marred me too,

Weak intentions charred me too.

But the vanity clouds washed off in tears,

As if from a lion’s jaw, escaped a deer.

As if a person got free from worldly prison,

And the light of his soul passed through a prism.

Quest is best for the determined soul,

Is the first one to reach its goal.

Guidance dawns upon those who find,

And don’t let their eyes go blind.

What are we but creations at test,

Oft who ignore what’s best.

The invisible enemy attacks from all sides,

And in dark hearts it cozily resides.

Yet Allah’s doors of Mercy are open to all,

Ask for His Help and be saved from fall.

Nature’s at your service as an Emblem of His Love,

And His Throne rests high above.

An excerpt from muslimmemo.com
This poem was written by Anam Fatima and am sharing the poem as a gift to all my fellow Muslim faithful in this month of Ramadan.



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