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"sujood" poems
She's in a constant state of comfort, pure bliss Knowing she wouldn't be pricked by a thorn, If it wasn't for the smell of rizq colouring His roses She's in a constant state of purity As His clouds turn into heavy storms above her head Gently rinsing away the bad, returning her only for the good She's in a constant state of obedience, As gratefully awake she is Her eyes let go of tears with utmost ease Honoured, they fall and sink into the lowest of grounds Only to join His droplets of rain, humble, in their firmest sujood
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Jan 10, 2022
Jan 10, 2022 at 5:11 PM UTC
Sujood
I fell in love With His words, His promises, His ways And I fell, hard Into sujood The day I had fallen in love With Death
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Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 11:33 AM UTC
Death
Now! Ask Him for forgiveness, Sujood and drift away the loneliness, Feel the greatness of His love, For it may be your last sujood. Now! Read the revelation from God, Qoran the finest piece for you, For it may be your last reading. Now! Moist your paralyze tongue, With dhikr and tasbeeh, Istighfar and hear the beat of your heart, Aching for Him, For it may be your last dhikr. Now! Chased for good deeds, Locked away your oblivion, Because it may be your last attempt. Now... What are you doing now?
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
Now!
solange say self care be a safe space. a place to love. to not deal. months into therapy and i have not begun to heal. the doctor say i got PTSD. recommends skills for coping that i done heard before like post it's of encouragement decorating my vanity traumatic memories written pretty and rhythmic in a journal stress wrapped beneath my prayer dress as i kneel in sujood disorder made neat with Google calendar routines or something like that. solange say self care be your house. the comfort of hiding. the keeping your mental safe. see i ain't slept in days. because at some point the journey to bed transcended a frame of time. became star gazing up at the texture of my ceiling. became laps around the park at 3 am became me welcoming lovers into my space to ferry me to my dreams. solange say self care be your partner. be eclipsing in the warmth of your love. staying protected inside of complacency. i welcomed him. them. the toxicity my flesh still crawls at the shadow sensation of arms encasing my frame coiling around me like snakes. i have yet to understand love but i have grown accustomed to the volition of being ****** or so i tell myself. solange say self care be a mission. a journey in itself. to find rest in oneself. i may not know nothing about no logical course of action or emotion but some nights i find myself blazing down highland as if it was aṣ-Ṣirāṭ al-mustaqīm and i get so frightened to my core of the honking horns and leering strangemen that i **** near prostrate myself on the street and make dua for protection and guidance. say self care- self care is... self care be- self care be tidying the mess that is i. braiding my hair just for a ***** to pull on it. wearing a pretty dress just for somebody to make me feel ***** in it. coloring just to break the crayons in stupor. making tea just for it to line my throat as bile. laying down to sleep just to be awake for hours. self care be a fight. be a rush of anxiety imposing upon my nights self care be a dream a sweaty nightmare of ****** pressed against my back and weight dropping upon my shoulders. self care be a struggle self care be a disorder self care be disorder self care be me smiling in the mirror and saying mashallah i'm here ain't it? it's ok to take this **** day by day.
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
borderline: an ode to self care
solange say self care be a safe space. a place to love. to not deal. months into therapy and i have not begun to heal. the doctor say i got PTSD. recommends skills for coping that i done heard before like post it's of encouragement decorating my vanity traumatic memories written pretty and rhythmic in a journal stress wrapped beneath my prayer dress as i kneel in sujood disorder made neat with Google calendar routines or something like that. solange say self care be your house. the comfort of hiding. the keeping your mental safe. see i ain't slept in days. because at some point the journey to bed transcended a frame of time. became star gazing up at the texture of my ceiling. became laps around the park at 3 am became me welcoming lovers into my space to ferry me to my dreams. solange say self care be your partner. be eclipsing in the warmth of your love. staying protected inside of complacency. i welcomed him. them. the toxicity my flesh still crawls at the shadow sensation of arms encasing my frame coiling around me like snakes. i have yet to understand love but i have grown accustomed to the volition of being ****** or so i tell myself. solange say self care be a mission. a journey in itself. to find rest in oneself. i may not know nothing about no logical course of action or emotion but some nights i find myself blazing down highland as if it was aṣ-Ṣirāṭ al-mustaqīm and i get so frightened to my core of the honking horns and leering strangemen that i **** near prostrate myself on the street and make dua for protection and guidance. say self care- self care is... self care be- self care be tidying the mess that is i. braiding my hair just for a ***** to pull on it. wearing a pretty dress just for somebody to make me feel ***** in it. coloring just to break the crayons in stupor. making tea just for it to line my throat as bile. laying down to sleep just to be awake for hours. self care be a fight. be a rush of anxiety imposing upon my nights self care be a dream a sweaty nightmare of ****** pressed against my back and weight dropping upon my shoulders. self care be a struggle self care be a disorder self care be disorder self care be me smiling in the mirror and saying mashallah i'm here ain't it? it's ok to take this **** day by day.
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They always tell you, In whatever that you do, Whatever that you pursue, Wherever your dreams take you, Always remember to bow your head in sujood. No matter how much you make, Whatever is at stake, Regardless of your state, Always remember the less fortunate. Doesn't matter who you meet, Or how you were greet, Or in what way you were treat, Always remember to show them your teeth. At the end of the day, He is the one who paves your ways, Plans your trades, And blooms those darling buds of May.
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
2 Ramadhan