Saff's Blog

Peace At Last Peace descends, And you can - breathe once again, And you are - At home, where you finally belong. In this - desert land of hopes and dreams, You are lost and you are found. Where the - sun burns life back into your bones, and the winds wash away the scars of the old. Where the - blessed saints have tread and you truly feel Quran is your abode. Where there is union of heart and of soul and you're soaring through the skies When you step out and the whole world smiles and you're bursting at the seams and you know you are at peace at last.

Salvation Charred. A blackened mass of flesh. Beaten, battered, bruised. A writhing imposter - stamped to your chest. Burning it shreds through your veins You can't get it out. it pulsates, writhes a beating drum pleading to be heard. it placates when you look away. if you don't look it doesn't exist - but it always comes back. Consuming. Ravenous. In your head. Tearing through your thoughts. Poison in your blood. You can't get it out - Until. Blinding. A shimmering light Implodes through the twilight, Surpassing a dwindling Sun. A salvation corroding that Rusted organ that wails to Breathe 'Allahu' once again. Healing. That salvation that stirs the Longing of love that buried itself So deep within you It ceased to exist. Renewing. Purifying. Fighting the fire of neglect with The fire of hope. The salvation that gives solace In the dark of the night That triggers the tears in your eyes, The rep...