Written by / Aliaa Zidan
To God I am and everything inside me, to God are my tears, my sadness, and the paleness of this sacrificial heart.
To God is everything inside me that I cannot talk about.
To God I pray and return after an absence, no matter how long it is.
To God is my happiness and my worship.
To God, there is no god but Him.
He knows what is open and what my soul hides.
Who do I seek refuge in, O Lord, but You, who hears my groaning at night, who gives me grace even if I follow my desires even for a second.
I have always loved the idea that you, Lord, love me, without distinction from anyone else, you love me as I am, you know my truth that is hidden from people, you teach me more than myself, for you are the one who is closer to me than my jugular vein.
O Lord, You alone are with me and there is no one else I want. Everything that is placed on my chest, I know with certainty that it is good, but the world and the desires sometimes blind me and make me cry.
The feeling of alienation keeps coming back to my mind every now and then, but I feel comfortable in my mind that you are present to everything that exists, and what is the affliction?
Except for what follows is giving, and if it is not in this world, then the home of the Hereafter is better and more lasting.
This life is only the beginning of the journey, and only you know my end.
Forgive me when I despair, O Lord, my complaining and screaming, the moaning at night and the crying of heartbreak, my impatience and lack of contentment. All of this is not me.
I am one of your servants. You created me and gave me my soul, my body, and everything in my hand.
I am your property, O Lord, and you alone dispose of your kingdom.
المزيد
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