- in the name of Allah -


Nothing vanished, it all remains, locked away in a safe,
secure from outside theft, or from within escape,
like Pandora's box, to be kept closed for its own sake.

Sometimes though, what's inside is so deeply missed,
memories from tomorrow, become all I can see or give,
leaving few with whom to share, and appreciate that bliss.

That's alright, fine by me, I don't crave the world, or its life,
for He made my soul, and in its making, it craves His light,
that He may rejoin my pieces, and turn all wrongs into Right.