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Drowning in a sea of loneliness,
The force of death sucking me under.
The night seems to go on for an eternity,
With me about to be pulled asunder.
In the distance be a beacon of happiness,
Its message opening up my eyes.
Its beauty seems stops me from being swollowed into the darkness--
My descent halted to my surprise.
My mind is no longer emersed in a black deathlessness.
The light as rare as Asatine;
Its warmth causes my soul to shed its restlessness.
I want to take it, to be mine.
My body drags out from the depths of hatred
My heart beats faster,
As I get closer to my divine redemer.
I feel my body hit dry land.
Who could have saved me from perpetual self-dread?
Who could have saved me when I was dead?
Only a cry can be heard from my creator;
A cry that disperses all woe.
"Alhamdulillah!" I shout back,
As I see who my saviour is to be.
It turns my pliable soul into a solid stone of purity.
I have found my salvation,
I pledge my allegience always.
"Alhamdulillah! My Rabb," I say, bowing in peaceful submission.
The force of death sucking me under.
The night seems to go on for an eternity,
With me about to be pulled asunder.
In the distance be a beacon of happiness,
Its message opening up my eyes.
Its beauty seems stops me from being swollowed into the darkness--
My descent halted to my surprise.
My mind is no longer emersed in a black deathlessness.
The light as rare as Asatine;
Its warmth causes my soul to shed its restlessness.
I want to take it, to be mine.
My body drags out from the depths of hatred
My heart beats faster,
As I get closer to my divine redemer.
I feel my body hit dry land.
Who could have saved me from perpetual self-dread?
Who could have saved me when I was dead?
Only a cry can be heard from my creator;
A cry that disperses all woe.
"Alhamdulillah!" I shout back,
As I see who my saviour is to be.
It turns my pliable soul into a solid stone of purity.
I have found my salvation,
I pledge my allegience always.
"Alhamdulillah! My Rabb," I say, bowing in peaceful submission.
Some poetry that i recently re-discovered I did after I realsied I wanted to be muslim. It is a good way of explaining, as a mualaf what it was like to find Islam to 'born-Muslims'; as it is a difficult thing to do. Especially the more you are Muslim the more difficult it becomes, as you forget what it was like before you were Muslim and it begins to feel more natural than the life before.
Written: 7th November, 2004 (can you believe I wrote down the date I wrote it as to remember. Funny.)
Written: 7th November, 2004 (can you believe I wrote down the date I wrote it as to remember. Funny.)
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Lovely poem, expressing and grabbing...
Keep it up
I dont want to be rude but i looooooooove to hear how non-Muslims converted to Islam and why. And I have checked ur page and there is nothing about it really, I also checked BrightlyFading's account and there is nothing about it too....
Keep it up
I dont want to be rude but i looooooooove to hear how non-Muslims converted to Islam and why. And I have checked ur page and there is nothing about it really, I also checked BrightlyFading's account and there is nothing about it too....