It’s hard to explain the freedom. It’s so deep and so real. Looking through the confusion, the empty boxes and hollow images, I saw you – Dunya. You place veil after veil over my eyes. Trying to win me, deceive me, enslave me to your lies. When the truth is you couldn’t give me even a drop of water when I stood at your door begging. I was on my knees before you, desperate for you to fill me.
What I see now is a glimpse of clarity that only the stab of perpetual disappointment could carve. And I sit here surrounded by your henchmen, your army of liars sent to keep me in chains. But I won’t be your prisoner anymore. I will no longer be that little girl lying awake at night thinking of you. I am no longer that heartbroken child wasting her tears on you. My unrequited love can no longer break me. You won’t break me. I won’t bend to your glitter and false promises. I am no longer that faithful subject standing before your false throne. My tears are no longer yours to have. And my heart is no longer your sanctuary.
You can’t live here anymore.
I’ve traveled a long way to come here. Sometimes there were deserts where all I needed was a single drop of water that you couldn’t give. Sometimes storms, where all I needed was a flicker of light to guide my path. But I asked you again and again for what you could not give. For all you have is pomp, boasting and chattel of deception. And so I found myself again and again in deserts without water, in darkness without light. But I am no longer your slave for there was a man who came to liberate me from this. A man who came to liberate me from this slavery to the slave, and bring me to the slavery of the Lord of the slave.
to save some googling time =) – a basic definition:
Dunya – World. It refers to this existing world, which is temporary, fleeting and mortal.
Gems upon gems, my beloved.
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A very beautiful little prose poem. I know exactly the feeling you mean when you say, “Sometimes there were deserts where all I needed was a single drop of water that you couldn’t give.” And SubhanAllah, the pure spring of the Quran was there all along, ready to nourish the spirit and flower the oasis, and we ignored it.
أبو هريرة؛ قال: سمعت رسولالله وهو يقول: (الدنيا ملعونة. ملعون مافيها، إلا ذكرالله وما والاه، أو عالما أو متعلما)
the dunya is cursed. Cursed is all that is in it except for the remembrance of Allah, and that which resembles it, a scholar, and a student (of knowledge)
Absolutely beautiful, masha’Allah
Kullu man alayha faan, wa Yabqa wajhu Rabbika dhul Jalaali wal Ikraam…