Bismillah ( In the name of God)

Drifting, I write in the name of Allah, o­ne who captures my soul and illuminates my heart. There is none like unto Him. What wonders do we tell our children of life and what fantasias can we bring them through hope of true love and understanding? As we grow older our mind changes and we can not understand the minds of children any longer. We fall victim to our fears and leave old marks of tears to stain our lives forever. Forgetting to live we dowel in our past, each night rewinding our night mares. Why can't we let the past go and learn to live our present while preparing for the future. We get stuck in our complaints and obsessions of wanting a better life and never do we make efforts to change it. We live while our soul cry out for comfort, but who can wash these memories away? Ar-Raheem the Most merciful, Most High…