Poetry

The Heart’s Cure

My words, it lacks depth
My sight, it lacks beauty
My touch, it lacks kindness
My soul, it lacks sincerity
But my heart, it seeks a cure

In nothing more than to be pure
For the depth on aftermath
For the beauty in certainty
For the kindness to gracefulness
For the sincerity in seeking clarity

For my heart, it seeks a cure
To be among the people of pure.

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Poetry

Redefining Beautiful

The magnitude of His creations praises passes, nothing else matters.

For what she long for was to be beautiful to The Beloved, and only to Him and never parted. 

But, what is beauty without sins? 

Ya Rabb, then make her beautiful in her deen.

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