PAIN – of the Oppressed,
TEARS- of the Broken-Hearted,
Can Sense the Pain,
Can Feel the Anguish,
Alleviate the Suffering,
Non-prescription Medication
Needs a Hug, Soft spoken Conversation,
A Touch over the Heart- Healing/ Love.
#Pain, #Suffering, #Broken-Hearted, #Solution, #Poetry, #Compass
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Magnetic Pull on the Heart,
Draws you unto Me,
Without a Compass.
The Screeching of Broken- Windowed Glass,
Pierced through My Heart,”
Surgeoned My Veins,
Took My Breath Away,
Left Me Unable to Walk, Talk,
Process My Thoughts,
A Great Abyss into-
NothingNess.
#Broken Hearted, #Love, #Deception, #Poetry.
Allah azza Jal – My only Hope
In the Middle of DarkNess and Despair;
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the Quran (13:11) Allah azza wa Jal states, “Indeed, Allah will not change the condition of a people until they change what is in themselves“. – surah ArRad- The Thunder
Drowing in Solitude,
No Suitable Soul –
To Relate with…
Glow on the Outside,
Storm on the Inside;
The Tempest.
Drowing in Solitude, No Suitable Soul – To Relate with… Glow on the Outside, Storm on the Inside; The Tempest
Water for the Soul
What if -you Sipped from the Water,
Of the Riverbed,
By the Roots – of the Old Tree-
and Queched the Thirst – of your Inner Soul.
Water for the Soul
What if -you Sipped from the Water, Of the Riverbed, By the Roots – of the Old Tree- and Queched the Thirst – of your Inner Soul.
This is a Page used for Poetry, Story Writing, Islam, different Teaching and Learning Articles; it starts with the Poem of Hope and renewed beginnings;
it starts with the Poem of Hope and Renewed beginnings;
Rise from the Ashes
Rise from the Ashes of Despair,
A Cauldron of Lava,
From the Storm – of Arguments and Tension,
Lost in the Abyss,
into the Peace of Blue Skies,
Calm, Cool waters.
Healing and Soothing My Soul-
with Allah.
#poetry, #story, #writing, #articles; #Islam
I Rise from the Ashes of Despair,
A Cauldron of Lava,
From the Storm – of Arguments and Tension,
Lost in the Abyss,
into the Peace of Blue Skies,
Calm, Cool waters.
Healing and Soothing My Soul-
with Allah.
