They Lived life as though transparent, Nothing more than a hollow version of themselves
A canvas spoke null and numb as they concealed their true emotions, bare and blank
But it was the flow of feeling that causes a man to bow, Mind forged shackles shatter upon glass tears, And the frantic throb of the heart guides us to follow Islam
The crease of a smile
The orchestra of laughter
The depths of one's tears
surely our thanks is to the One who composed our consciousness actualised our very essence shaped every intricacy carved every flaw
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