Just to express
There are days when halaqah
Becomes both bitter pill and sweet sanctuary
When, yes
I just drag my bags there
My excess luggage
Days when the mushaf is like....
I don't know what to safely call it
Brought around
Everywhere
Unread
Just brought
Feeling like crap
Feeling like
If I die today
I just might go to jahannam
But then
A tiny spark of desperation says
Please, don't
Don't send me there
I am human
Just like you
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