Bound unto a cage this wretched soul shall remain;
Silence its companion; longing for the hour of return.
How painful it is to be trapped in an entity of matter.
Let not the cries go unheard.
The Listener listens;
Answers;The soul begins to break free.
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بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Shackles, cages, darkness, dust, in a dungeon so deep;
a wailing cry emerges out of the pit of never ending secrets,
compound to an entity of time,
suffocated by space,
imprisoned by culture,
but bound to hope.
How extensive shall these wailings go unspoken
How hopeless are the sighs of man
How reckless are the actions of heads
Greed their master, enslaved by wealth.
Engrossed in the world of false happiness,
The imprisoned souls shall forever be impatient;
for the call of their Beloved to free them from the weighty shackles of being;
at the end of time, their faces illumined by the light of Allah,
tears of happiness and joy, for the reunion with their Beloved seems ever approaching reality.
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بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Thoughts to Ponder over

I have decided to start a blog which will contain the works of well known and well admired personalities, aswell as my own in the hope it will provide some inspiration and enlightement.

The first one is from Gibran taken from probably the most famous of his works "the Prophet"Its just an exract:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Gibran