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I can't say I question the world 🥺 But it's really testing me in ways only Allah sees My heart being pulled in quietly conflicting directions Is something worth paying with whispered tears in tahajjud But the truth is no one really hears the battles behind my silence They set boundaries with intentions they themselves wouldn’t endure So I pick myself up even after faith-shaking, soul-deep falls I cling onto hope and faith that seems like a thread between my heart and the heavens Yes, my hands are weak and my heart is heavy with what I cannot change But I still hold on even with longings flowing like rivers through every silent sajdah My path so blurry with just a hint of divine wisdom’s light afar Yet I struggle to reach out with hands that tremble between surrender and desire Faking a trusting smile that makes the gloom bright But eyes almost drown with real tears at night Self-worth doubts that echo when qadr and dreams don’t align Attitudes that dismiss emotions wrapped in tawakkul apart Still I choose to live a life that reflects my submission, not despair And not in thoughts or lies that pull me away from the decree of Ar-Rahmaan..... VEILED THOUGHTS🖊️