A dehydrated voice is calling gently, from the stillness of the Night . . .
Peace and joy will follow—when you walk into my luminosity.
I’d leave behind my sadness,
Tear off this fake simulation,
And stop the war that’s raving
Between my tears and sepia eyes.
No longer will I travel
A road that has no end.
No sign ahead will tell me
Go back and commence again.
I’ve found what I’ve been lacking,
It’s Islam in my life . . .
Let peace surround my being—
When I morph into His bulb
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