Sins, a large serpent,
Strangling its master.
The soul – wounded - cries in pain,
The heart cries of a lamentable shame.
A burden so immense.
Lips tremble,
Eyes fill with tears of pain,
Glorifying His name,
Pleading for His Mercy.
Memories begin revealing themselves.
Actions that had once been pleasant now infested with sin.
Words that had once brought seeming contentment were corrupted by ignorance.
The heart remembers its mournful disobedience,
The heartless gossip,
The shameless mockery,
Agonizing days spent on lies.
Tears flush the eyes,
Lips eloquently articulate supplication,
Flowing peacefully from the heart,
Humbly praying to the Creator,
Asking for all that has been lost.
Burdens slowly are unconfined,
A tainted soul is presented to its Creator.
With a light touch of the forehead on the ground,
A sinful believer prostrates entirely to Him the Most High.
Phrases asking for repentance, begging for His mercy,
Raising into the heavens,
Ascending closer the Most Beneficent.
His name is uttered into the depths of the night.
Allah,
Most beautiful of all names.
Allah,
Most majestic combination of letters.
Most precious of words.
The tongue continues remembrance,
The soul is embraced by the sweetness of faith.
The heart, yearning for more of His infinite mercy,
The mind, seeking His guidance,
The heart finds liberation, tranquillity, relief.
The soul finds rest, satisfaction, appeasement.
The mind is awakened.
The world that once was strained,
That was once filled with deceptive happiness,
That caused the soul to feel constricted,
Has let go.
Silence.
“Say: Oh My slaves who have been prodigal to their own hurt! Despair not of the mercy of Allah, Who forgives all sins. Lo! He is the Forgiving, the Merciful.” (Surah 39 – Al Toubah; Ayah 53)
