This was originally posted on- Shumila Malik
I loved this poem and hence thought to share with all.
The pain I feel today won’t even matter tomorrow,
Time will heal all my wounds and drown my sorrow.
Why then, like a little child my heart is stubborn?
Why does it quiver and cry and burn?
It worries about what my future will hold,
It wants to know how my life will unfold.
All I know is I want what I want to be mine,
I pray day and night but I see no sign.
I feel weak like I have no strength to bear,
But I also know that Allah is there.
He loves me very much and will do for me what’s best,
Maybe my distress is nothing but a test.
Then why this urgency in what I supplicate?
Why can’t I just patiently wait?
The worldly attachments have brought me heartache,
O’Allah! Detach me from what’s not mine for your sake!
Written By Shumila Malik
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Nicely thought out! It is one of the harder things in life, balancing the desires in the mind with the illusion reflected back from the world. It is difficult to wait for that breath of Allah to still the soul.
A good analysis of the dilemma.
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I totally agree with this! It’s one of the hardest part ☺
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It was nice poem while reading.
Read till end
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Thank you so much!
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Welcome
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The prayers will be answered. And we will be healed. Loved the poem and the flow of thoughts. Thank you for the follow and for sharing such a beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much!
And pleasure to connect with you☺
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Once I started reading I couldn’t stop. Such a deep meaning to this.
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Thank you 😇😊
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