Bloodlines disperse with belief
These generations are untraceable
Unteachable , unbelievable
I hold my breath when she tells me
I feel religiosity stuck in our throats
It hurts and we diverge
Like pebbles in the sea
Ask me about beauty
I would say she runs
Like a glass thread through our hearts
Transparency in being
Sincerity in action
Caught somewhere awkward
Where unsaid truths tick away another hour
The outcome of our collective childhood
Is bitter sweet tongues and
Distance growing weeds
A half bloom of flowers
that may never see another spring
I want to sit where the river splits
I want to understand
Thawban related that the Messenger of Allah said: "The nations are about to call each other and set upon you, just as diners set upon food."
It was said: "Will it be because of our small number that day?"
He said: "Rather, on that day you will be many, but you will be like foam, like the foam on the river. And Allah will remove the fear of you from the hearts of your enemies and will throw wahn (weakness) into your hearts."
Someone said: "O Messenger of Allah! What is wahn?" He said: "Love of the world and the hatred for death."