- in the name of Allah -


Sometimes the clouds release as rain but tears, what the eyes can no longer shed, as the self rebels and wants to put to stake all of me so I too might suffer its hell, but its notions of nonsense and agony, fade into nothing as it finds the jism by patience firmly held. I'm not the doer, just the survivor, my Rabb the Subduer who quells the flameless furor over and over.

And there are times when even the frozen soul shatters, releasing remnants that melt into tears of burdens attempted but left out in the cold unkempt. Rarer still, when those scattered shards sublimate straight from solid to vapor, leaving a trail for ever-known beacons to slowly savor, through the passing of time and changing of seasons, towards a Day both of Judgment and fruition in being.