There was a place when you had everything

but still emptiness hounded you somehow.

There was a time when you loved everything

but it wasn’t the same anymore.

 

You got up every morning

looking forward to the day

but when you went to bed at night

only disappointment there lay.

 

You thought you had some plague

but nay did you know

it was a disease

of the heart.

 

Gruesome, encompassing, and sinister as black magic.

Its chains rugged, iron-like held on vehemently.

Your heart was bound, bleeding, it knew not such excruciating pain.

Helplessly it cried out but all in vain!

 

How could you let your heart die?

How could you let it be?

You couldn’t let your heart suffer,

a suffering of eternity.

 

So you prolonged your sujoods and prayed all your tahajjuds.

And I know how you cried because it happened with me too.

Not long had passed and your worship bore fruit.

It was as if He had waited for you.

 

Now a noor emanated from your heart, resonating inside.

Making molten the brute shackles

until they disappeared

not one but all.

 

Your heart breathed again as it was set free

in a manner state of the art.

So go on sweetheart

reclaim your heart

 

and submit it

to the rightful owner.

Your Lord.

Your Creator.

{O you who have believed, enter into Islam completely [and perfectly] and do not follow the footsteps of Satan. Indeed, he is to you a clear enemy.}

The Qur’an, Surah Al-Baqarah (the cow) 2:208

Afreen Khan is a 21 year old Muslimah who is really trying hard to strike a balance between the deen and dunya. She is a student of Psychology and Islam. She is also passionate about poetry, literature, and cooking. Alhamdulillah. she finds beauty in the little things of life like a cup of freshly brewed tea, crimson sunsets, and children’s laughter.