Is this what they call Jihad?
The outcome of some internal struggle, as is obvious from the massive gap in my posts…
Time to pick up my pen and let it flow,
Leave impressions wherever it goes
As it maps my mind and my heart too,
The struggle begins between the two.
While control is what one of them seeks,
The other makes me fall to my knees.
The pen, oblivious, has its say,
Neither mind nor heart know their way;
While this inner struggle tears me apart,
“Have patience, child,” whispers my heart,
“The world will fall at your feet
The day your stubborn nafs admits defeat.”