The heart yearns for love,
So does your lacking soul.
High in the sky above,
Mute.. There’s a persisting call!
Your surrounds are lightfull
But bleak is your vision.
You look left, you look right, seeming dull,
Helplessly you linger.. your own minion!
You silent your eager will,
Not knowingly supress your hopes, they no more will.
Opportune are all your chances if you will-
So free your instinct and give it its due will!
Your Creator made you Free,
And showed you directions, mostly apt for you.
But you resist a possible happy spree,
Look what you battle, a more Present you.
You’re numb to divine calls you ought to hear,
You turn your back to divine lights you fear,
Revolt against your gray presence.
Break the deadlock!
By: Maha Youssuf
maha@muslimtribune.org
