Some days the pain is intolerable, I can feel my chest tightening with the pain, I can feel myself gasping for air. The pain comes in waves, some days I feel some sort of relief although a very weird sense of relief, other days I feel sadness drowning me untill I cannot breathe anymore. It hurts, it hurts a lot than I could have ever possibly imagined it to. I can feel my throat drying up and lungs hurting from lack of oxygen. I've cried, thousands of tears. The pain had been worse on some days than others, it's hurt me a lot I cannot lie but as soon as I sit on the prayer mat and pour my heart out to The One who created me, I feel this mountain lifting off my shoulders. I sob with every night, I let the feelings overwhelm me even if it's just for the moment, as much as it hurts, knowing that Allah is the most merciful and He is seeing everything His servant is going through and facing. I know He is never unjust and He will always reward me for my patience and trust in Him and that, that alone gives me comfort.
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PoetryThis life is a test, both in good times and bad.Our faith teaches us that this too will pass, but as we go through this test (fitnah) we must seek ways to purify ourselves and to nourish our souls. The believer sees in every moment an opportunity to...
