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A side note

No desires attached.

In the future,
I don't know if I'll have a friend
I don't know if I'll have a husband
I don't know if I'll still have my family
I don't know if I'll have a car
I don't know if I'll own a house
But My Creator, My Lord, Oh Allah, will always be there
in my life, this one and the next.

I feel strong when I think of You.
I'm afraid to let anyone replace You.
I am sad because I find no human a better helper than the Best Helper.
But You love your human creations, so I will love them too.
 
I want to breathe Islam every moment of my life. I want a lifelong career as a Muslim. I want it. I don't doubt myself. I want it badly. I feel like I have fallen behind in everything. Everyone says start slow, but I can't. I could die tomorrow. I want it all, but I don't even know where to begin. I'm overwhelmed.
When will I stop the excuses?
 
LI is blessed to have so many good writers mashallah! we discover a new one each day

the first and second post were gripping but this was my fav

I want to breathe Islam every moment of my life. I want a lifelong career as a Muslim. I want it. I don't doubt myself. I want it badly. I feel like I have fallen behind in everything. Everyone says start slow, but I can't. I could die tomorrow. I want it all, but I don't even know where to begin. I'm overwhelmed.
When will I stop the excuses?
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Muslimah421 said:
LI is blessed to have so many good writers mashallah! we discover a new one each day

the first and second post were gripping but this was my fav
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All Praise be to Allah (swt)

JazakAllah Khair.
Yeah the first two are a part of a longer story I have yet to finish.

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You should have looked twice.
I was oppressed.
I was messed.
I opened my heart, so your hand could reach.
My heart would learn, if your hand would teach.
 
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Cheer me up dear sister
Cheer me up dear sister
like you used when we were little
I was small and teary
You were big and strong
In your smile showed all your strength
In my tears showed all my weakness
For that one moment, I'll love you for a lifetime.
 
It could have been through a mother, a father, a brother, or a sister, but help came to me through an idea. This idea was the truth. A brain thinks the truth, a heart feels the truth and a body serves the truth. The natural state of harmony.
 
What kind of life is this?
Guile, delusion, indulgence.
A place for maniacs
which creates hypochondriacs
leaving in fear
of the diamond truth cut clear.

You know the trap, you see the trap.
so steer.
your mind is a vehicle
it'll take you were you take it.
The heart the engine,
fuel its fire
before it's dire.

Not the brightest of the bunch.
But you swallowed Islam the truth in a quick crunch.
So don't be timid to fight
For Islam, the guide, the light.
This is your plight.
 
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Every burden I feel, Every worry I squeal
Melts away
when I think of You and me.
Far away.
Oh I just want to run to Heaven.
 
The guilt from wanting something Haram sometimes feels greater than the guilt of doing the Haram.
 
A look into the Room
The screams and shouts echo throughout the house.
The voices of a father and daughter.
The girl runs away and up the stairs
Find herself in a corner
Tears flow down
Angry thoughts race in her mind
A battle of choice in her conscience

For a minute, silence fills the room.
Sounds outside the window
Rain
A Blessing from God