The chemistry class window exposes
the sins of the outside
I have seen many a dodgy scene
Situated on a bench that looked innocent enough
Girls and guys with nowhere to hide find time and
Pseudo privacy amongst studies unachieved of
Examinations, answers unlearnt and those hands
That fumble will speak to the Mighty Questioner
We all know how the story goes ,
They see , they meet , they love for a time decreed
They break , everything, out of reach of
The paradise found beneath her feet
So heartbreak is just that, broken hearts scrawled
Across these open streets, where anything goes
Down paths leading anywhere but home
It is foggy today , I don't know why I
Always see these things but there is
Curly hair against the window
Need I say anymore
Windows of opportunity need to be
Run to and broken through with such
Force and clarity , that the glass of our reality
Shatters into untraceable pieces
Because the truth is in this life there are things
That need to be broken because they can never be fixed
“Stay with her(i.e your mother), for verily Paradise is beneath her feet.”
Sunan An-Nasa'i, Book of Jihad, Number 3104, Sahih
Will you give up a relationship of 18 years for that of a few months
Omar Suleiman
'and it may be that you dislike a thing which is good for you and that you like a thing which is bad for you. Allah knows but you do not know.'
Surah Baqarah
Constantly trying to fill a void, but running away from the Only One who ever could and letting everything important come tumbling down in the process as they try to cram 40 years into a few months.
ReplyDeleteSubhanAllah....a beautiful musing of reminder not only for them, but for all of us...
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It is strange how we know all of this , how we understand it so deeply but yet when it's the moment to act , to speak we fall silent,still. I find that too often I'm watching sins take place behind glass walls and I wont break through for fear of cutting myself or them.
DeleteJazakallahu Khairun for your input. By the way I'm lovin' your blog.
Exactly, I know that feeling all too well. It's like we know all the answers to the test, but we get too nervous and run out of time. Just the other day I was thinking about how I've come to just look through all of it, instead of at it.
ReplyDeleteJazakAllah Khair by the way dear sis. :) <3
Like they say the eyes is the window to the soul. I can only speak for myself but my soul is not in top notch and my eyes avoid recognizing the things these hands can change . For me personally i think that the first step is actually believing that things can change... that the wall is made of glass and can crack if I just had enough force, conviction behind my words.
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