Writing, I drift in the name of Allah the All Mighty, Most High. And forever the darkness may last until the night shades me with clouds covering deepest despair for my Lord is Mercy. Insha'Allah the breaths of love will shower levers to pull away the chunks of reality we humans call life - for that is what we live. To this knowledge we beg to be forgiven since we can no longer control the actions of our own selves and the denials of our brother we distinguish as our own. Where are we? This time and space has no existence but in the brinks of our own imagination what can we form to understand the physic, I plead to the Lord of the Worlds for guidance of His Guidance for who else do I turn to? This pace has no strength - for my arms hold up more than my hope, but my sorrow for what may befall, and my joy for what I believe and insha'Allah may fight for. I ask, Is the pen mightier than the sword?
The sounds of the sweet lullaby of Islam. Allah puts us as high as He would like, and should I fall for the calamity of my own will, the night lasts as long as He wishes. I have no control. So fear befalls us, we have no time and our ummah has no light save the light of Allah, for this light is greater than any other… so why are we lagging behind? What do we wait for as the hours press by in agony, who watches the clock? For watched water never boils, but we can monitor our actions with patience and truth. For good is what is loved and Allah loves the good. What other love should I yearn for? What satisfies my soul greater than Allah? Ya Allah… I see nothing, and know nothing, plead, and inform that there is nothing nor no o­ne who is worthy of praise save You the All Mighty, Most High. Our ummah is split, and our patience is gone, our love is week, and our Islam is not strong, we need You Allah and we call You this night with our salvation o­n the brink of our wrongs.

Taubah Abdul-Ba'eth