Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim
When strength escapes, we wonder if it ever existed. History records the evidence of some heart, but when the heart is gone and the longing is strong, why are the remnants only dust?
Weakness wants to take the ashes and use them as an adornment on the heart. Strength is voiceless. Breathless. She offers nothing, and even hope remains motionless. Energy that should be revived is spent. Spent on what you wonder? Spent on deception.
War quakes the world. Its form is gruesome, merciless, and demonic. We shudder at the thought of it. War. Nobody likes wars, and yet we fail in stopping them. Why?
We cannot conquer warfare of the land when we are completed defeated in our hearts. Some feel the fire of the inward but tame it with negligence.
She only hums gently when you don't notice her, but when you turn your attention she becomes gruesome. And the war begins. She's a master at warfare as she plays with hopes. She sets goals, helps you move towards them, and then, when you think you've gained some ground, she exhales a breath of fiery illusions and watches as her success marks your failure.
Her success marks your failure. And you hold the ashes in the palm of your hands hoping that you can use them to soothe a shaken heart.
Ashes will only bring the heart to heedlessness, rather feed it some air. Some fresh, clean air. It's not an easy delicacy to deliver, but intend and God will facilitate. Seek and depend, and He will answer and guide.
When strength escapes, we wonder if it ever existed. History records the evidence of some heart, but when the heart is gone and the longing is strong, why are the remnants only dust?
Weakness wants to take the ashes and use them as an adornment on the heart. Strength is voiceless. Breathless. She offers nothing, and even hope remains motionless. Energy that should be revived is spent. Spent on what you wonder? Spent on deception.
War quakes the world. Its form is gruesome, merciless, and demonic. We shudder at the thought of it. War. Nobody likes wars, and yet we fail in stopping them. Why?
We cannot conquer warfare of the land when we are completed defeated in our hearts. Some feel the fire of the inward but tame it with negligence.
She only hums gently when you don't notice her, but when you turn your attention she becomes gruesome. And the war begins. She's a master at warfare as she plays with hopes. She sets goals, helps you move towards them, and then, when you think you've gained some ground, she exhales a breath of fiery illusions and watches as her success marks your failure.
Her success marks your failure. And you hold the ashes in the palm of your hands hoping that you can use them to soothe a shaken heart.
Ashes will only bring the heart to heedlessness, rather feed it some air. Some fresh, clean air. It's not an easy delicacy to deliver, but intend and God will facilitate. Seek and depend, and He will answer and guide.
آمين
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