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Apart
This world is a glamorous lie, promising beauty and satisfaction
Yet within it is a chase, a race, with each step no traction
A slippery, uphill battle full of eagerness and hope
A promise broken, with no remorse for whose heart it broke
In moments you feel fulfilled, in the running for first place
But just around the corner, like a mirage, it disintegrates
You look within, wondering why you always fall short
Frustrated, disappointed, shameful with what you lack to bring forth
Yet when you open your eyes
You realize
In whose palm it is you lay
The metaphorical hand of Allah, you hadn’t seen amongst all your dismay
Broken and lost you lay vulnerable, seeking comfort and direction
Until Allah shows you the world and all its illusions of perfection
There is no home away from here, no place to mend your heart
You can never be whole in this lustrous world while your soul and Allah are apart
