Something real

I’ve been waiting for peace to hit my heart, till I realized… maybe I should chase it from the start. I started sitting alone, ignoring the noise, the commotion, the tone, just trying to feel some warmth inside, somewhere quiet… somewhere I could hide. I wrote— put my pain into rhythm and words, but still my heart hurt... I tried, and tried, and tried again, till I got bored of fighting the pain. I thought life was just suffering and stress, scattered thoughts, and nothing less. But then it hit me… when I went back to Allah. I used to worship Him, yeah it’s true, but not enough to feel something new. So I got closer, little by little, and my heart started feeling… simple. More peace, more warmth, deep inside, even when the noise doesn’t hide.