Thank you #Muslimahspeaks, have been wanting to come back here and blog, but being blocked for awhile, I couldn’t find my way back. Today, you showed me how.
I missed me. Here’s to us…My Rabb, my words, my struggles…my me.
Does one really stop returning to its Beloved?
My heart is sick
And I know its cure
But I never take my medication
One always prefer what’s not good for us don’t we?
Hours talking about the worthless
Days amassing to own goods of no value
Yet our hearts are never full
‘Cause it is sick.
The Qalb turns as you feed it
Emptiness…hoping to make it content.
This I Know
And so yet again I journey back
But is this really a journey?
Or yet again an empty venture?
To fill a blog or to fill my soul
with what it really needs
My Quran needs to be listened to… understood
Admonition needs to fill my heart
My duas… rent the sky
My tears need to wet the ground
My heart needs to heal
Where are the healers?
O my medicine Ya Allah!
Do not forsake me as I continually forsake…and forget You.
Where do I begin?
Acknowledgement, this I do…
Now act! Please Servant act!…before action is expected of you.