𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚,
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑠.
𝐼 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠,
𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤?
𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝑌𝑎 𝑅𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑙𝑎ℎ صلى الله عليه وسلم
𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦!
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑.
𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑠.
𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑦.

I fear the day where 'assalamou 'alaykoum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakatuh' loses its meaning.

I fear the day where we say 'we're family fi deen'
when it's no longer something we actually mean.

I fear the day where pride,
blocks rays of sunlight.

I fear the day where brothers and sisters lose their way,
living life without thinking 'this could be my last day'.

I fear the day where I will not take heed,
from what I've constantly let you read.

I fear for the Ummah,
forgetting about tawheed.

Shallowness got them waiting on a valueless ♡letter.
Whilst You've sent them a ♡book, containing 114 ♡chapters.. Oh Loving One, if they only knew better.

Darkness got their hearts blindfolded, they can't see.
He, not my brother, has the soul of a detainee.
Whilst Your Light gave us sight, the opportunity to just be and for our souls to remain free.
...

Though, there are times where we don't know how to pursue.
Naggingly we beg You to help us through,
Cause all we want is being so heavenly close to You.

Guide, please help the lost too,
And please ٱلْغَفَّارُ forgive this veiled crew.
Every interaction makes me blue.
Oh only if the meaning to Your divine words they knew..

Almost everyday my soul sang,
Trying to cope with the fact that I couldn't get along,
With those who are constantly whispering another song.

I felt left out for generations,
Not impressed by their so called sensations,
Not dealing the same way with worldly temptations.

To the extent that I almost doubted what we inhaled,
It couldn't be the same, with their hearts veiled..
Made me think about us being scaled, and therefore not wanting to act derailed.

I've left myself out of this tremendous way of living,
Only to hear them whisper what I should be giving,
Parts of my soul and body - why bother, isn't He Most Forgiving?

Now I can't say I do,
I give away parts of my breath whenever I try to exhale - for if they only knew..
My soul is still intact, my body attached to the feeling of obeying You.