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Assalamualaikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuh,
I have a poem I would like to share. I wrote this poem a while ago... I am not saying I am an amazing poet, I'm just a poet, nothing special. So read it if your interested, if not keep posted for my next post!

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The light that is cast upon me
Is it real?
Is it casting light?... Or darkness
Is it bringing me out of the depth or pulling me further
The glow ,gleam
Of its light
Is it beautiful
Or is it that which I do not see
The darkness that surrounds me
In my mind
Or what shaytan left behind?
The face which I see
Beauty
Tranquility
Or concealed
Facade
Of which I cannot see
The sounds
Of my ears
Are they real
Or is it that which I long to hear?
Words spoken.
Yet they are broken.

The life I live.
For myself.
Nooone else?
Yet my heart
Stops every moment
I hear Allah.
Proof of creation?
Proof of creator!
The sun that I see is it the same you see
The imaan I feel
Please tell me you feel that too.
My hearts changed
By Allah I never want in
On what I had before
For what I have now is certainly worth more.
Those questions I never answered
Those answers that never made sense
Ya Allah what you have granted me.
Is peace in my heart for eternity.

I feel the love
For the prophets and
Gratitude
For everythng
You give me
Every day.
That peace
Do you see it?
Can you smell that sweet honeycomb?
Of imaan?
Of ibadah?
Of love for Allah ?
Do you hear what I hear?
The words I hear.
The heart I have
Now
The love
I have now
Feel what I feel
For what I feel
Is conquering
All of which you feel.
The only difference is mine is real.

Do you feel that breeze of
Love'
The siren of the akhira?
The tweet of the skies?
The glass of heaven'
The immortal eyes?
Do you see the world
In its form
Or do you see that which does not conform?
The fire of hell every time
Its warm?
The sweet honey of heaven?
The blessings of Allah?
Do you see which I see?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you realise now,
That life is bound.
The akhira
Is profound
And everyone
Will taste death
Do you see your life flashing before you'?
Cries of repentence
Too little too late
Be honest and follow the nabi saw before your date.

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Sorry for the errors! There may well be grammar mistakes! Be cautioned grammar lovers! <3 LOVE ya'll
Wasalaam

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