The Split

By Sumayah Siraj

A sharp stab, a bleeding wound,

A gun shotOr a slow throttle,

Nothing yet describes best

My pain!

Being destined to confront you

Was nothing less than a blessing.

But this separation is draining out

The very soul from my self.

I cease to recall my existence

Preceeding my encounter with u.

Having lost touch for quite sometime now,

With my family, friends and work,

I wonder if I have whiled away life

Unattentive of U!

I did not create either of u

except to acknowledge Me!

U said these words with so much depth

One should dive to know The truth!

The magnanimity of ur countenance,

The serenity that u provide around,

The serendipity of ur encounter

Ends in tears of submission and blissful charm.

An option to opt u out I had

For being tight on sustenance.

It's only now facing ur black

Am speechlessly voiceless to brag,

Oh how fortunate my qadr!

What did I do to deserve!

Splitting from Kabah, in longing to return

To rediscover proof anew.

The majestic grandeur of the One

My Rabb, the Truest of true!

By Sumayah Siraj