Pain. Suffering. Torment. Torture. Oh, the ache! What the hell?!
You will never know what some people go through nor can you tell.
They live, curled up and compressed, like a snail 🐌 in its shell,
They might seem normal, they might seem well.
Pain isn’t a cut or a bruise which can be treated with gel,
Some days you wanna die, some days you wanna yell. 😫
Life sometimes feels like a burden, you feel shackled in a cell,
And other times you feel hollow and empty like the inside of a bell.
Are we really bad or are we cast under a spell?
You just really need to know why that calamity fell.
I really wonder at times, how the Prophet Yusuf (peace and blessings be upon him) felt in the darkness of the well,
How delighted his father, Yaqoob (peace and blessings be upon him) must have been when he was given back his shirt, his eyesight returned upon an instant
Ismail Ibn Nazir Satia (one who is in dire need of Allah’s forgiveness, mercy and pleasure)
15 Shaban 1440