life is so much more,
a complexe of sentiments and souls;
Whic­h we stupidly choose to ignore.
And­ rather play our mortal role.

He got distracted by the shimmering of a fruitless mirage

He drank until drunk

Dust covered up his tongue, forcing his heart to swallow stone

He drank until dust

He drank until mirroring
The very same mirage

He drank,
Fruitlessly

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵, 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮.
𝓝𝓸𝔀, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂:
𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵?
𝓓𝓲𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓾𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯?
𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂?
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂?
...
𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭?

The heart becomes mesmerizing
When overpowered by the scent of one's soul

We don't like keeping in the dark
Thus, we sleep at nighttime
Only when the brightness of the sun kisses our lands, we wake up

Like flowers, turning towards the sun
In order to grow

It's almost as if we're eager to forget that seeds grow healthy long before they're greeted by the sun
It's almost as if we're eager to forget that we're always in need of darkness in each of our lives

Flowers absorb their nutrition out of the dark, like humans, only to grow stronger

Thus, we sleep at nighttime
Only to run towards His light as soon as possible

Like an autumn tree
Let us absorb reality
Starting at the roots
Until our branches rain mastery

Reflect upon us like the sun does
Enlighten my trunk, my fiber
Sweeten the fruits of my leaves
Only to match the touch of saffron soil

To grow green, silk & brocade, I pray
Ending fall season, turned into gold, I supplicate
Naggingly I ask You, ٱلْمُعِزُّ
Gather this four-season-Ummah with just one breeze

He tried squeezing moisture out of dry sand
And made of his body, most deserted island