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Relief for the frustrated mind
**In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind**
Relief
When does relief come?
A day of struggling
Is a lifetime of pain
Arrogance is a poison that spreads quickly like wild flame
Speak wise words to the arrogant by remaining silent
Extinguish the ignorant and display a face of patience
The mainstream mentality is wrong
The obvious is never the truth
For the truth is constantly covered by a layer of lies
We must dig beneath the surface and find the truth that some may despise
A treasure that has been buried and actively hidden
Simple pleasures form superficial solutions
Understand the process of the rotation of the universe
Understand what it is and how it occurs
Realize that the cycle of history repeats
Who am I to understand the secrets of the Unseen?
If I cannot even understand myself
It goes true?
Know thyself is to know thy enemy
If I cannot do even that, then surely I am at loss
I am marked for death
A one-way sentence without an identifying reason
My death slowly overtakes me as I lose control of my mind
Feeling brain-dead from the lack of inspiration
My existence doesn?t make sense
Trying to break free of these shackles on my mind?on my soul
How can I break free if my desires have a stronger grasp than my essence?
I try to understand but instead, I attempt to wake up
Am I dreaming or am I merely delusional?
Or is it that I?m already dead, but I?m remembering my life of the past?
Thus, this can explain the concept of d?j? vu
I am dead?awaiting my life to begin anew
A life that is comprised of various colors, not just a misery blue.
Blue for the lack of companionship, the lack of reason
?for the existence of confusion and lamentation
If struggling is not present, my soul shall default to its desires
Time is running out and as a result, my back becomes intimate with the wall.
I feel my enemies closing in, forcing me to speak
My throat is about to explode, I nevermore can hold in my anger
I quickly breathe out a supplication to the Highest of the high
Asking for patience and wisdom, I begin to stumble to my feet.
Glancing in the mirror, I behold my wary image.
My sanity is a mere reflection of their explicit insanity
To fight for justice is terrorism
Yet to fight against it is claimed to be liberation
A bipolar claim that has been left undigested
Behold, a door opens to a new path of light
Whereas days prior, darkness once enveloped the path to peace
Come to terms with the true understanding of life
And bow in adoration to the One who created all
The One who created all from a mere clot of congealed blood
And shaped it within a series of distinct steps
Bow in the realization of your frailty and the truth of the ultimate Reality?
-Sabah H. Sobh
May 17, 2005
Relief
When does relief come?
A day of struggling
Is a lifetime of pain
Arrogance is a poison that spreads quickly like wild flame
Speak wise words to the arrogant by remaining silent
Extinguish the ignorant and display a face of patience
The mainstream mentality is wrong
The obvious is never the truth
For the truth is constantly covered by a layer of lies
We must dig beneath the surface and find the truth that some may despise
A treasure that has been buried and actively hidden
Simple pleasures form superficial solutions
Understand the process of the rotation of the universe
Understand what it is and how it occurs
Realize that the cycle of history repeats
Who am I to understand the secrets of the Unseen?
If I cannot even understand myself
It goes true?
Know thyself is to know thy enemy
If I cannot do even that, then surely I am at loss
I am marked for death
A one-way sentence without an identifying reason
My death slowly overtakes me as I lose control of my mind
Feeling brain-dead from the lack of inspiration
My existence doesn?t make sense
Trying to break free of these shackles on my mind?on my soul
How can I break free if my desires have a stronger grasp than my essence?
I try to understand but instead, I attempt to wake up
Am I dreaming or am I merely delusional?
Or is it that I?m already dead, but I?m remembering my life of the past?
Thus, this can explain the concept of d?j? vu
I am dead?awaiting my life to begin anew
A life that is comprised of various colors, not just a misery blue.
Blue for the lack of companionship, the lack of reason
?for the existence of confusion and lamentation
If struggling is not present, my soul shall default to its desires
Time is running out and as a result, my back becomes intimate with the wall.
I feel my enemies closing in, forcing me to speak
My throat is about to explode, I nevermore can hold in my anger
I quickly breathe out a supplication to the Highest of the high
Asking for patience and wisdom, I begin to stumble to my feet.
Glancing in the mirror, I behold my wary image.
My sanity is a mere reflection of their explicit insanity
To fight for justice is terrorism
Yet to fight against it is claimed to be liberation
A bipolar claim that has been left undigested
Behold, a door opens to a new path of light
Whereas days prior, darkness once enveloped the path to peace
Come to terms with the true understanding of life
And bow in adoration to the One who created all
The One who created all from a mere clot of congealed blood
And shaped it within a series of distinct steps
Bow in the realization of your frailty and the truth of the ultimate Reality?
-Sabah H. Sobh
May 17, 2005