happy 2 b muslim
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assalamu alaykum
i havent been on tti for about 3 days my iman is down at the momment but it always happens to me one mintue am ok then am depressed,,in my depression i wrote this poem that i would like to share with you
here it goes
it called if my soul was a butterfly;;
IF,my iman was flowing water which i had to contain it with my hands the water would seep through the cracks in my fingers, Grasping,Clutching to the liquid as it slowly falls to the ground i fail in my mission to obtain it,
Traveling through the cracks in the ground it gives life to the soil where it plants it fruits. If my islam was a flower it would be bright
and beautiful and have a refreshing smell as it faces the rays of light, Slowly the shadows hit the flower as it slowly dies and becomes black.......
If both islam and iman where not connected to my soul it will crumbe and fall........
IF my soul was a butterful it would move through the shadow and into the ray of shining light of my lord allah,,,
Reflecting onto the water and the butterful rests on the flower as
they all become one....success in its mission
if you didnt get my poem ill explain it what i meant by this poem is that if i kept my faith and islam and my soul seprate it will crumbe and fall but once they come together they are one.... hope you liked it i wrote it today like in 2min while i was praying it was in my mind after that i wrote it,
However am not a poet but i enjoy writing so am no PROFESSIONAL .....
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i havent been on tti for about 3 days my iman is down at the momment but it always happens to me one mintue am ok then am depressed,,in my depression i wrote this poem that i would like to share with you
here it goes
it called if my soul was a butterfly;;
IF,my iman was flowing water which i had to contain it with my hands the water would seep through the cracks in my fingers, Grasping,Clutching to the liquid as it slowly falls to the ground i fail in my mission to obtain it,
Traveling through the cracks in the ground it gives life to the soil where it plants it fruits. If my islam was a flower it would be bright
and beautiful and have a refreshing smell as it faces the rays of light, Slowly the shadows hit the flower as it slowly dies and becomes black.......
If both islam and iman where not connected to my soul it will crumbe and fall........
IF my soul was a butterful it would move through the shadow and into the ray of shining light of my lord allah,,,
Reflecting onto the water and the butterful rests on the flower as
they all become one....success in its mission
if you didnt get my poem ill explain it what i meant by this poem is that if i kept my faith and islam and my soul seprate it will crumbe and fall but once they come together they are one.... hope you liked it i wrote it today like in 2min while i was praying it was in my mind after that i wrote it,
However am not a poet but i enjoy writing so am no PROFESSIONAL .....:
