Keep Walking

Keep Walking

Every day I get closer to our Meeting.

I feel like I’ve been walking this path for a thousand years

towards You…

and yet I’m still not there.

So close, and yet so far still

But I keep walking,

despite the tears,

despite the wind,

despite the skinned knees and broken bones,

despite the bruises and scars that make this heart what it is today,

I keep walking…

toward You.

There’s only one direction,

one direction:

towards You.

From You, to You.

I have nothing else.

Nothing.

That is my poverty.

I keep walking

because behind every sun’s setting is a rising,

Behind every storm is a Refuge,

Behind every fall is a rise,

Behind every tear is a cleansing of the eyes.

And in every spot you’ve ever been stabbed, is a healing,

and the creation of skin stronger than it was.

I keep walking

because wallahi I have nothing but Your mercy.

I have nothing but Your promise

Your words

Your promise

that:

ياأيها الإنسان إنك كادح إلى ربك كدحا فملقيه

“Oh mankind, indeed you are ever toiling on towards your Lord- painfully toiling,- but you shall meet Him.”

(QS 84:6)

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