Nafs_pen - Hello Poetry

It's funny when my mom says They're still things that could make you happy. If only I could wear my heart on my sleeve For her to see how broken it is nafs_pen

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Apr 14, 2021

Apr 14, 2021 at 5:09 AM UTC

Sad soul

It's funny when my mom says They're still things that could make you happy. If only I could wear my heart on my sleeve For her to see how broken it is nafs_pen

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Sadly last year some of our loved ones Were present by these precious time We used have sahur, iftar, tarawih, and night prayers together but today , they lay down Alone in their graves. And whenever we're making dua, we never forget to say Ya Allah have mercy on their souls Forgive all their sins Enlighten their graves and make it a home of rest for them. Cuz the only favor we can do for them is to pray for them especially during Ramadan But one thing we've in common is, we also don't know if this is our last. Cuz the angel of death comes to take you Without any notification nor does he add more time . I think so much sometimes that I end up asking myself some terrifying questions, what if this is my last? I might be praying for others so they can have peace in their graves tommorow someone might be doing the same for me when I'm gone We never know And that gives us more than enough reason to make every Ramadan that comes whilst we are still alive our best one

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Apr 14, 2021

Apr 14, 2021 at 4:55 AM UTC

If this is my last Ramadan

Sadly last year some of our loved ones Were present by these precious time We used have sahur, iftar, tarawih, and night prayers together but today , they lay down Alone in their graves. And whenever we're making dua, we never forget to say Ya Allah have mercy on their souls Forgive all their sins Enlighten their graves and make it a home of rest for them. Cuz the only favor we can do for them is to pray for them especially during Ramadan But one thing we've in common is, we also don't know if this is our last. Cuz the angel of death comes to take you Without any notification nor does he add more time . I think so much sometimes that I end up asking myself some terrifying questions, what if this is my last? I might be praying for others so they can have peace in their graves tommorow someone might be doing the same for me when I'm gone We never know And that gives us more than enough reason to make every Ramadan that comes whilst we are still alive our best one

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Isn't it sad , How so many are blinded in love By either Body shapes, beauty or shinning things like gold Only few look beyond Deep enough to see that precious ***** Called the heart ❤️

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Mar 30, 2021

Mar 30, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC

Blind in love

Isn't it sad , How so many are blinded in love By either Body shapes, beauty or shinning things like gold Only few look beyond Deep enough to see that precious ***** Called the heart ❤️

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Men whom respect women are like diamonds in the midst of pearls and you know my heart only loves what is precious and rare nafs_pen

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Mar 30, 2021

Mar 30, 2021 at 1:22 PM UTC

Men whom respect women

Men whom respect women are like diamonds in the midst of pearls and you know my heart only loves what is precious and rare nafs_pen

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The sun and moon brag Of light and beauty But they all are brought to shame When you put on a smile

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Mar 22, 2021

Mar 22, 2021 at 2:08 PM UTC

Your smile

The sun and moon brag Of light and beauty But they all are brought to shame When you put on a smile

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Every monster you see Was once like you and me With a heart White as snow And a soul soft as silk Before the world turned them inside out.

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Mar 22, 2021

Mar 22, 2021 at 1:59 PM UTC

Monsters

Every monster you see Was once like you and me With a heart White as snow And a soul soft as silk Before the world turned them inside out.

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When I feel the monsters in me Slowly losing their chains I take a moment One, two or three Take a deep breathe In and out Until the rage in me is quenched I feel relieved And With that I lay them to sleep.

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Mar 22, 2021

Mar 22, 2021 at 1:40 PM UTC

Breathe

When I feel the monsters in me Slowly losing their chains I take a moment One, two or three Take a deep breathe In and out Until the rage in me is quenched I feel relieved And With that I lay them to sleep.

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Silence kills I know of that Cause it has murdered me once A carcass I was When I sallow words That needed to be heard Said out loud Or written boldly in words Silence stole my voice once My ability to tell Which is right and which is wrong But hell the past I'd pour out this words Giving voice to the voiceless And they will sound so loud You'd begin to hear my voice Like a Strom that makes the sky roar In Joy or in pain My ink will still flow Silence has murdered me once But not this time Cause I've a pen nafs_pen

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Mar 16, 2021

Mar 16, 2021 at 8:05 PM UTC

Silence has murdered me once

Silence kills I know of that Cause it has murdered me once A carcass I was When I sallow words That needed to be heard Said out loud Or written boldly in words Silence stole my voice once My ability to tell Which is right and which is wrong But hell the past I'd pour out this words Giving voice to the voiceless And they will sound so loud You'd begin to hear my voice Like a Strom that makes the sky roar In Joy or in pain My ink will still flow Silence has murdered me once But not this time Cause I've a pen nafs_pen

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Dear diary Yesterday I watched My little sister played A smile on her face Reminded me Of the good old days

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Jan 22, 2021

Jan 22, 2021 at 12:01 PM UTC

The good old days