Let us do away with the cobwebs in the crevices of our hearts,
Let us search our souls and let our pain flow,
Let us open the doors our emotions keep banging on,
Let us set the table for them, our guests—
Misery, grief, self-doubt, despair—
And hear what they have to say.
Look in the mirror and trace with your fingers,
Every scar, every blemish, every inch of your skin.
Your body has kept track of the life you’ve lived.
Look again, every part of you is perfect.
Allah (subhanahu wa ta’ala) swore four times and
affirmed that He has created man in the best form.
You might not see it, but hey,
The Lord who fashioned galaxies does!
The haze that fogged your vision, do you see it clearing up?
Look around; someone’s come to visit!
It keeps your heart alive and illuminates the darkness in you,
And is yet another declaration of the limitless love your Lord has for you.
Your imaan speaks! Listen closely.
“I had only gone to visit the depth of your core,
And I’m here to remind you that you belong to the Most Loving,
And He granted me to you to take you to Him!
I’m here to help, and in sha Allah, I am here to stay.”