I am writing here tonight if I have any other confusion in my mind. Well writing helps me to see where my thoughts are going and what my thoughts are. Starting from , I have never felt so alone. I was contented with whatever has my Allah given me but as I am about to leave my home after 5 years of entrapment and a body and soul with drained hopes and energy, all of a sudden I am losing my power through which I have been able to go through these years . I am losing my strength. Since when I have been so timid that I search for a shoulder to cry on ? Hasn't Allah been enough for me ? I am really ashamed that after all those years when I have seen the real face of God I am unable to rely on Him.
I am ashamed by my dilemma
Have I found a new hope
Or is my hope left in a rope
How spoiled I am I can not face myself
Indeed, here is my plea oh hear me
After all these years I am still in that dilemma. Have I made my best friend, my saviour, my God annoyed with me ? But what am I supposed to do now ? I am so hurt by the world that even a tenderest sweet word can cause me to fall for anyone. I am so unaccustomed to sweet words and care. All I am doing right now is wishing that my Lord hears my silent prays and let me not go astray .
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Reverie
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