That laughter did not just echo in the air...

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There was a time I spoke of my dreams the way a child speaks of the stars softly, innocently, with affection in my voice.  I shared them not as a burden, not as a demand, but simply as a piece of my heart. And somewhere along the way, my dreams were misunderstood, and the very thing I had trusted with affection was turned into something to laugh at. That laughter did not just echo in the air, it echoed inside my chest. And something fragile within me shattered quietly. My intention had been pure. My words had been gentle. But still, they were misunderstood. So slowly I learned to hold my heart back, to keep my dreams folded within my silence. Today, while standing in prayer, I spoke of those same dreams again but this time only to Allah. And suddenly I understood something. Those dreams were never meant to be carried by the world. Where my sincerity was misunderstood, Allah understood it before I even spoke. Where my heart once felt small, He made it feel seen. For I always knew th...

I have long embraced that I feel things so...



I have long embraced that I feel things so very deeply.
Love, as if my heart would burst.
Sorrow, as many agonizing deaths.
Joy, as though the moon were in my arms
or the entire galaxy in my chest. 
And so I know, that my immortal soul is far greater than my mortal body. And perhaps, when I have returned to my forgotten home,
I'll look back at this world and say that was one helluva ride.
~Suhaib Rumi

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  1. The lines love , as if my heart would burst...hits hards...btw beautiful lines

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