Every morning I wake up with a beating heart as a reminder, but do I take heed?
How do my scrolls stack up against my deeds?
Constantly sucked into a vortex that is an illusion,
Forgetting that this world is ephemeral, a fancy delusion.
Her face shines brilliantly bright
Especially when she preludes the night
When the breaths of dawn will soon
Show their luminescence to loom
At the end of dawn is the beginning of day
That’s when she shows her beautiful face
Like a sea of tr…
Reflective thought is utterly addictive. The mismatched colorations of my most vivid realizations and the caviler notions of my shipwrecked self are often enough to leave me consumed. As of late, I’ve been ruminating over a particular conversation…
I was in the car with my mum and my brother while we were out for shopping.
Suddenly, an explosion took place. Our car was trapped in the parking lot, and I knew that was the end. I read the Kalimah and Ayatul Kursi, and I had this overwhelming…