There was a time
when my heart beat
to the rhythm of Your words —
soft, steady, sacred.
Now, I scroll through noise,
but the quiet in my chest
is louder than ever.
The Quran used to speak to me.
Each verse — a lifeline,
each page — a place I could breathe.
But I…
I let go.
Not all at once —
just a day… then another…
until the silence stretched into years.
I laugh in crowds,
but cry when I’m alone,
because I know
this loneliness isn’t just about people —
it’s about distance from You.
My soul?
It remembers.
It misses the peace
only found in Your words —
the kind no song, no post, no voice can replace.
Ya Allah,
can a heart like mine
still return?
Stumbling, breaking, full of shame —
but still reaching for You?
If You open the door,
I promise I’ll walk through —
even if my steps are slow,
even if my voice shakes
as I whisper
the words I once knew by heart.
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