My eyes is growing weaker
So much better to see with my heart
The folly and beauty that is you,
The comedy and tragedy that is you,
The cold winter in your words,
The warm summer in your embrace,
The rising cry in your surprise,
The tide rising in your eyes.
Growing old has its plus points. For one thing, by sheer usage, fair wear and tear, the physical faculties that the Lord has endowed you will have run their warranty period. You don’t hear so good, you don’t walk so well and often your eyes will often ask you, “Hey! What thaaat?!“
Without your physical crutches, you shall have to rely more on your spiritual senses as they, Godwilling, develop and sharpen. Thus may you see with your heart a quintillion times better than how your eyes had once perceived the world and people. But more importantly, your heart shall look inwards, towards your soul that is despairing for the answers, asking, “Who am I? Who are you?“
You will cry more, my love, but your smile and laughter will be richer. For you know that your caravan of love is nearing the last valley, crossing the very last river, towards the Horizon of Divine Presence of Allah Almighty and His Beloved Muhammad Sayyidina Mu’ammil (sws), the Hoped For encounter of all Saliqas (seekers).
“And surely what comes after is better for you than that which has gone before.”
(Holy Quran 93:4, transliteration Shakir)
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way