.بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

And if: courage, and fear, are two separate sides of the same very coin

Then: love, and loss. And: losing, and gaining. Sabr,

and Shukr. Life’s shadow, which is death, and loss’ keeper, which is memory.

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Dear Reader,

We find we are… in prison.

And: not the type with metal bars, and tray-based meals and human guards.

I mean:

“The world [Dunya] is a prison for the believer

and a paradise for the [one who covers the Truth].”

— Prophet Muhammad (SAW), (Muslim).

It’s like I come to meet it, day after day:

expectations that fall apart, and mirage-like ‘satisfactions’ that fall away.

If I succumb to it: then, there is a gnawing bitterness here.

I feel these sadnesses, and I feel this fear. As I’ve come to learn:

Don’t put your faith in people, in untrustworthy, and temporary things:

no matter what, what guarantees that they stay?

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Midnight may come along, and they may fade. Even Prophet Yusuf (AS),

By his own flesh and blood: brothers, betrayed. And then:

Death could come at any time, and in any singular and unique way.

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This here world is not my home: here, I am detached. I’m glad I feel… at least a bit… unknown.

Estranged

To it all. A traveller, as I should be:

“Be in this world as though you were a stranger or a traveler/wayfarer.” 

— Prophet Muhammad (SAW), (Bukhari).