Poetry

The Quiet Yearning

Life feels heavy, the nights so long, A silent heart still trying to be strong. Yearning for a place, a soul, a home, Tired of being here, yet feeling alone.

Still, hope whispers through the pain, That after every storm, the sun will shine again.

It's a blessing not to fit into this world.

I know from our youth we want to fit in so bad, we end up repressing aspects of ourselves, we change the way we look, the way we dress, what we eat, what we say.. All for the sake of validation from people who cannot even stand their own selves. Yet somehow their opinion of us matters more than our own opinion of our own selves.

We shame ourselves for being different, for being unable to connect. For becoming left out and feeling alone in gatherings. We make ourselves feel like something is wrong with us, because everyone else seems to fit in so easily so why can't I? Why can't we?

But actually I've realised the hard way, it's the greatest blessing not to fit in. To find new paths, to embrace authenticity, to say what I want, dress how I want, believe what I want, eat what I want, and be however I want to be without caring in any way for someone else's opinion or validation at all anymore.

There's freedom in not belonging. There is so much peace in being alone and left out. The gatherings are not good for our soul. The opinions that repress us have always been the reason to LEAVE instead of fight harder to stay.

The real blessing comes from realising your soul is made for worshipping Allah, and the more you embrace your uniqueness and your ability not to fit in, you become a stranger in this world as you were meant to. And you strive for a Jannah no eye has ever seen, no ear has ever heard, no heart has ever imagined.

It is a blessing not to fit into this world because we were never meant to stay. And the real ones who embrace our real selves, they also know.

We aren't made for Dunya, we were meant for Jannah.

Don't let the opinions of others keep you from living the life you only need Allah's Guidance to live.

Every time you didn't fit in, it was Allah guiding you away from something that was breaking your soul. From people that were killing you from inside out.

I'm happy being misunderstood, knowing Allah understands me. That is all that matters. That's all that ever mattered. But I had to learn the hard way. And I'm so glad I understand now 🥰💕 the greatest gift anyone could have in this life, is the Guidance of Allah, The Light of Islam, The Blessing of being Muslim 🥹💕🩷 a stranger to this world, but known by Allah🥹🩷

”they have it easy.”
”they don't have anything to worry about.”
"they these days are disrespectful."

some present themselves with bright smiles,
placing a fun weekend in their memory files.
some present themselves with bright smiles,
hiding a weekend full of heavy trials.

some are looked after and cared for as they should,
some bear the weight of care, wishing they could.
some stride readily, with bags full of possibilities;
some trudge slowly, with bags full of responsibilities.

some eager to please and keen to learn,
some silently need love, continuing to yearn.
some mirroring the warmth that they receive,
some forming empathy from the hurt they relieve.

some able to express their feelings and seek support,
some forced to be independent; rejecting rapport.
some connect and engage with a sense of security,
some make an armour, masking behind maturity.

some are being raised, academically thriving,
some are seeking comfort, emotionally surviving.
some teach me about wonder and curiosity;
some teach me about overcoming adversity.

for what you see on the surface might not be everything:
as their stories could carry the burdens of suffering.
i am forever grateful for the realisation
of behaviour as a form of communication.

Fly fast away Don’t miss your chance To swim in mystery You are dying in a prison Of your own devise

Today's most viral and trending song 😜

I have seen
Wicked men
Executing
Innocents

I have seen
Girls kidnapped
And murdered

I have seen
Cruelty
Inflicted
On the poor

Under the cover
Of the night

My ears remember
What I heard
My heart is filled
With rage

And my soul
Screams
A shrill, metallic
Roar
Pierces the sky

They will be avenged
The White Dragon cometh

Women. they're just like the woods , Mysterious, full of wolves
Turning good men into BigFoot , licking their wounds
Mowgli is feeling their pain inside of the Jungle Book of life , full of remorse

• -Omar Ibn Latifa

They will always look out for themselves first

You cant pour your soul to someone who doesn't want to sink on your deepest. It's either you will drawn to the ground and lost your breath or you let the ocean be bleed.

My Beloved's Kiss by Kelly Roper

My beloved kissed me, and
my soul shivered with delight
when our lips met as gently as butterflies
landing on spring blossoms.