Poem
My own world betrayed me, more than once.
I was so blind and follish
I was running after it
Searching for pride, money and happiness
But I didn't know that I was born with that gift
The gift which teaches me the way to happiness,
Only the name, overwhelm me and makes me happy.
But yet this world betrayed me,and breaked me.
If it wasn't because of my beautiful mening, I wouldn't stayed in it.
No matter why I cry
No matter what I lost
No matter how it hurts
As long as I live with faith in my heart and longing for Jannah, then nothing matters.
///// jag skriver en hel del men delar sällan med mig. Gillar även skriva på engelska mest, deras ord är mer kraftfulla och menings fulla. I like the power of writing. Men vad tycker ni? Borde detta ha mer utrymme i bloggen då och då?
Fi'amnillah