in His hands alone, i will find strength where i once i couldn’t find

anything

that wakes me up from my sleep, my wrongdoing,

is good.

remember, you, me

the dunya is not an ego rub, a pat on the back

on days like today, i find solace in shukr for where i am,

feverish requests for forgiveness skyward are met with

a cascade of goosebumps downward,

like satin satan softly envelopes me.

first with promises of protection

me and you, ego, we got this, leave that quran on the shelf for today

then he slinks away when sadness swamps over me

wow, you really are a failure

His hands, then, are chest compressing me while I barely breathe.

May Allah give me strength since he knows that I am weak