22/08/2024
๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ.
And hope to disappear.
Is this the world, people hate to leave?
Is this the world, people dream of?
Hard to the core, brutal and temporary.
๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐๐จ๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐จ๐๐๐ข ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ค๐ง๐๐ง๐ฎ. ๐๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐จ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ. ๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ข๐ ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง. ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ค๐จ.
And the good times? They are too superficial to fulfil the soul.
At the end of the day, all of us dig deep into our beds and ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง.
The weariness that's seeped into our very bones.
To be honest, I am ashamed in front of Allah.
I see now how He has always been there for me. Behind the scenes. Ever Present.
Lavishing me with blessings I was too ignorant to count because of a few hardships.
Just giving, giving, giving. Without taking into account any of my sins or my ineptness.
While I was rushing forwards to please the world which counts every single penny it gives me in return for a work I slave my body off.
I just can't fathom how we can question Allah.
How we can not trust Him.
We trust every other Tom, Dick and Harry.
We give them leverage. Despite the ongoing gez@ genocide, we still follow the west.
Even when their hypocrisy is blatantly rubbing in our faces.
But we can't trust a Lord who gives everything to us for free.
Every day, we question His Help while knowing His Rules.
We don't deserve Allah.
We truly don't.
We don't deserve His Gifts nor His Help.
We don't even deserve His Forgiveness.
Because in reality, we don't consider Him as God.
We consider Him as our slave.
A slave who should be at our beck and call.
A slave who should grant us everything like Aladdin's Genie.
A slave who we can question and rebuke for the things He didn't do our way.
This is how we treat Allah throughout our lives.
Because what matters the most is how much He satisfied us and granted us according to our wants.
Isn't it?