echo inside me. Bellowing.
Ever knowing I am insufficient
to be deserving of your grace.
As my forehead touches ground
palms on earth, face down.Wondering,
would this be the closest
I’ll ever get to thou?
Murky waters lay beneath,troubled,
my soul drenched and sin-dripped.
Would you ever grant me – filthy, blemished –
a place in your nirvana?
O’ draw me strength
to fight my demons. From the turmoil,
o’ help protect me. Shine.
If only just a sliver of hope,
may I be worthy of your blessings.
-Hadthiah A Hazair-
As Ramadhan enters its final stages, the mind can't help wander if the soul would still be encapsuled in body for the next holy month... InsyAllah, will meet again with the next Ramadhan.
Amin.
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