LET THE SUN WASH OVER YOUR SKIN. BASK IN THE BEAMS OF MERCY!

Become one with the earth.

Lay upon the dirt from which you came.

Sinking, melting,

Streaming down the crevices

Cracks, slipping further.

We return to the earth, don’t we?

Go, return to your Lord.

Creator.

Guardian.

Let the sun wash over your skin.

Bask in the beams of mercy,

A gift from your Lord

Calling to you

Pray

Beg

Bathe in the sheets of noor

Filling every pore, hole, void,

With longing

To glide along the bridges threading from sky to earth.

Crystal droplets, dancing

Sloshing, swishing

Flowing down the banks

Bubbling, gurgling

Rushing foam

A gift to your parched throat.

Sliding down the tunnel

Moistening your cracked lips.

Rustling blades of grass

Crushed against your body

Crumpled, springy

Dewdrops, beads resting atop these towers,

Creased, crunched

Rustling

Waving in the breeze.

Timeless silence.

Can you paint with the colors of the wind?

Wavering

Swaying

Gliding

Persuasive gusts of incessant beauty.

Endless blue

Stretching across the heavens

Flexing to match the mold of the sky

Soft to the touch, clouds

Scattered, peppered,

Dotting the skies of great depth.

A crack, a hiss

The sound of a shattered soul

Pain, loss,

Spreading, filling every gap.

Bursting at the seams of gentle skins.

Covering

Smothering

Begging to escape

To leave your crushed body

Impossible, inescapable,

Leaking from the ducts that corner the gateways to your soul

Streaming down your face

Dripping into the ground

Soaking the earth.

Every drop

Hungry, ravenous

To leech away the pain.

Become one with the earth

Lay upon the dirt from which you came

Sinking, melting,

Streaming down the crevices

Cracks, slipping further

Little by little, bit at a time

Slowly

Go, return to your Lord.

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There are times in life which every human being capable of emotion is able to relate to. A moment where you feel the power of utter vulnerability, when the spiderwebs of familiarity you have woven around you over the course of years – even decades – are ripped away, when you feel like one of the hollow sea shells drifting along the foamy seas…

There are times when every morsel of your body yearns to melt into the earth, to vanish completely. When you want to run away so nobody can ever find you again.

Allah (Glorified and Exalted be He) says that man was created weak, that we need to have a Lord to return to in these times of plight.

Every human is subject to these moments of hopelessness. The solution then, is to return to Allah, to yearn and ask for His Mercy.

Because of course, ‘in the remembrance of Allah do the hearts find rest’ (Surah Ar-Ra’d 13:28).