Poetry

Which way do you lean towards..?

Kafka:
"I am nothing to anyone and that is my greatest freedom."

Dostoevsky:
"To be alone is to be the person who is not needed by anyone. It is the most terrible kind of poverty."

Sabr.

Don't ask for patience when you feel the world crumbling on your shoulders, my mother tells me, ask for strength ask for hikmah brows knitted, I gaze at her she continues, you've not endured enough pain to know what patience is what if that unexpected sorrow becomes a test of your iman? when you face a problem everything else becomes a hurdle, rather it is you who is not able to find the strength and wisdom to face it.

May Allah bless us with partners who are sincere in their intentions, gentle in their words, loving in their actions, thoughtful in the little things, and kind even in difficult moments. May they be a source of comfort, tranquility, and encouragement, helping us grow closer to Allah rather than further away. Ameen💕

Are you someone that I can give my heart to?
Or just the poison that I'm drawn to?
Play fair, is that a compass in your nature?
Or are you tricky?
'Cause I've been there
And baby, I don't need to learn my lesson twice
But if you really wanna go there
You should know

I need someone to hold me close, deeper than I've ever known
Whose love feels like a rodeo, knows just how to take control
When I'm vulnerable, he's straight-talking to my soul
Conversation overload, got me feeling vertigo

Are you somebody who can go there?
'Cause I don't wanna have to show ya
If that ain't you, then let me know, yeah
'Cause training season's over (training season's over)

I tried to see my lovers in a good light
Don't wanna do it just to be nice
Don't wanna have to teach you how to love me right
I hope it hits me like an arrow
Someone with some potential
Is it too much to ask for, who understands?

Are you somebody who can go there?
'Cause I don't wanna have to show ya
If that ain't you, then let me know, yeah
'Cause training season's over
Can you compete?
Now is your time
Run when you hear that whistle blow
Are you on my team?
Or stuck on the sidelines waiting for someone to tell you to go?

'Cause training season's over (training season's over)
Training season's over.
Dua Lipa

"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along," RUMI

Why is the world so loud, yet the moment I close my eyes, I find a strange kind of peace?
Why does Allah keep opening doors of mercy for me, while I keep walking away as though I can survive without Him?
Why do I ask why my heart feels restless, when I forget the One who promised peace to hearts that remember Him?
Why do I wonder why I feel so heavy, when I place my trust in everything except the One who never fails?
Then I ask, Why is there so much suffering in the world?
Perhaps a better question is, How much of our suffering have we made heavier by distancing ourselves from the Most Merciful?
Life will always carry pain. That is part of the journey.
But a heart that remembers Allah never carries its pain alone.

"Pinocchio"

Perhaps I'm Pinocchio.

Not because I lie to the world,
but because I keep lying to myself.

"I'll forget you."
"I don't miss you."
"This heart will learn to let go."

I whisper those lies
again and again,

hoping that one day
they'll finally become the truth.

But every lie I tell
only uncovers one truth—

my heart has never stopped
choosing you.

If Pinocchio's nose grows
with every lie,

then mine should have reached the stars...

because the only thing
I've never been able to lie about

is loving you.