A word has settled upon my heart, with longing hopes to pass.
And the questions of the unseen, I dare not risk to ask.
But how far do I run from truth, when no sound calls my name?
And when I die my soul shall rise, and feel my life through shame.
The answers have no questions, for each night I wait for hope.
And the moments turn to years, yearning to grip Allah's true rope.
If knowledge does not find me, I'll sleep through tears in vain.
And search out o­ne to teach me, as my face these tears shall stain.

Taubah Abdul-Ba'eth

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