A Muslim Convert Once More

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ How many times have we been so beaten that we have danced on the edges of eternity?  How many times have we looked into the depths of despair, and thought of nothing but oblivion?  How many times did we think death was sweet?  To remember that the warm glow is the Fire and the cool blanket is the facade of the howling winds of Pandemonium.  A shaykh once mentioned that this is a Gift.  It keeps the self in check by a state of contraction so severe that the need for Him overwhelms the attraction of the world.

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ We are here for a short time only, And we walk a Path so lonely. A man and his wife are Allah’s Sign. Their love an echo of His Design. Such love so deep, comes once in your life, Once found, only she could ever be your wife. Like Andromache and Helikaon. Once she was lost, he could not go on. Every Lover has only one heart to live, Echo of the Divine Love, one to give. And when that is lost, beyond all hope, God truly knows the Man cannot cope. That is truly our anchor in this world. When that is lost, it will all unfurl. What is left is the Eternal Sleep, The only cure for pain so deep. Is the pain of the heart, the sin of the soul? The tears are so hot, the heart is so cold. The nights so long and lonely. Without the Divine Echo's only.