My Islamic vision

Islam is one of the most conquering religions not of terrorism but of beauty and calm. Unique with its adaptations to modernity; those people with an attitude of falseness have reviewed it to be a religion of non required history, un revivable beauty, old with its lack of charm and magical prosperity. They have made the religion lose its expensive identity of magic and glamorous ease. Some people only see irrelevant hardness in its core when truth is - it is flickering with open doors of sweet chances and growing opportunities. People have changed its flexible aura to a strong metal of boredom.

If I lose my path – everything becomes depressing and repressing – my soul takes me to blackened times and even though I realize it’s all wrong – I can't change my mind because I’ve forgotten the strength of Islam that was my back – its friendship that gave me advice of love – Islam was the hope given to me from above – like eyes shining on that broken path – if I remember Islam my footsteps stop being confusing –they stop being refusing - I take them like they were second nature – no more wrestling with an unhelpful map of misunderstanding – Islam is the understanding before me

The softest meanings that I could interpret –coming from the branches of Islams encouragement - feeding me this ripened freshness – to get by in this crazy rotting world – Islam listens to my needs like it is some part of me – It feels like it’s the winning beat from my heart – twin of my identity – which is why when I forget Islam, its equivalent to losing my identity – everyday falls out of the equation of balance – and more and more, I become lost in a jargon of arrogance – wasting my time flushing my use down the drain – giving up my strength in vain – fighting with truth and only seeing pain –




Islam is my music to wake with and live by –– I am so at ease – than when I thought I could get by on my own –