Sitting strangely alone, haunted by eternity
In a moments thought, fear banishes integrity
Such hope thus I lack, such dear lives of humanity
And yet days drag slowly by, and my moment is dragged into a years territory
So much so, I become nothing, nothing more than a living memory.
© Quratul Ayn 2008
5 comments:
Assalamo Aleikum,
The poem is short but during my reading I felt part of itLoved it.
xxx
Asa ww dear and beloved ukht...
Masha'A, how very true and yet surreal. Recently I've been contemplating death and its reality. It's something that seems to be occupying my mind more often than not. I hold this notion: It's not death that I fear; but rather the situation that shall arise as a result of it.
[Alhamdulillah, good to have you blogging again :)
Your ukht
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Wa-alaykumusalaam.w.w. Dearest Akhawaati,
I pray you are well. Jazakillahkhair for your comments.
I find it interesting that death - which is the only certainty in our lives is the only thing we do not prepare for - the only aspect of our lives we forget about in our daily planning!
May Allah swt guide us all aright onto the straight path and make us of those whose souls the angels will compete to hold in honour as we are taken to Allah swt. Ameen.
Umm Thameenah - Alhamdulillah, I've started posting something - insha'Allah I'll try and contribute something to our blog soon!*grin* But you keep posting masha'Allah - as always your posts are so beautiful!
Love and hugs
Fi amaanillah
Quratul Ayn
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