I always lose in front of people in their fruitless debate...
Because I don't know how to fight...
I get confused!!!
I leave everything for Him...
It's not that I don't mind. I hurt sadly...
The smile I put on my face to hide a tear
Maybe laughs at me later...
Words can never cure my grief...
I don't say anything to anyone...
I bow before Him and say this while crying like a child...
Your servant is very weak...
I can't fight with anyone I can't stand anyone's words...
People's attitudes hurt me and I sit for hours with my sympathizers...
I let my mind feel relax...
I know He listens to me with great love and comforts me...
I put myself in front of Him...
Thinking that this time He will make my broken existence better.
Will sew with good threads...
Beautiful colors will fill me...
The color of His love...
Which is better than all the colors ...
It's in color...
And then the heart feels calm...
Where is the grief when Allah is with me???
He holds me like a mother...
Shelter me like a caregiver...
Wipes away my tears like a friend...
And Never leaves me alone...
[ Allah ] said, "Fear not. Indeed, I am with you both; I hear and I see. [Quran 20:46]
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