أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
some days, as if the ocean stills, without ever having frozen, but captured by its inescapable truths, as if they were framed by pearls and unmoving. that which finds difficulty to sit upon on the palate, harder more to keeping swallow, the way this life shapes, of its oppression and its sorrow. paths and choices, for nations and persons to make, so often regardless of cost to human decency, or justice, or equality, or leaving at least well enough alone.
there is a deep current in me these days, a current reflecting the darkness of the horror on this world's stage, callousness and arrogance, hypocrisy and evil, aspects in it i cannot change,...tears do not suffice, not only for those outside who suffer, but me too for my own simple imperfect choices which i must accept as fallible being made.
for once, it is not for reason of absence, or longing, or apartness, that causes me this state, but hearing so much of war and strife, how there are those bent on others' destruction, careless of the cost that they freely paid, blood it spills, hearts that break, generations which waver in their agony, injustice builds further hardness in layers, so these they wait their turn, to inflict upon others the same.
oh Rabb
