She looks in the mirror
Deep within her
She finds an unhealed wound.
Silent tears,
Frozen in her throat,
Yearning to freely flow.
But it hurts to let go.
It pains to let go.
“Letting go…what exactly does that look like?” she asks.
“Is it to give up control?
Is it to shut up, grin and bear it all?
Is it to fade away in the background and be like a fly on the wall?”
No! Says the face in the mirror.
No, that’s not how you let go.
“So, how do I let go?” She begs to know
The face in the mirror stares back with kindness and says:
The unhealed wound in your heart is but a crack in the window of your being,
Draw the curtain of dark clouds from this window of your soul
Let the light in
Ya An-Nur, The Light
Breathe out the anxiety, the depressive thoughts, the self loathing
And with each breath
Give shukr for every moment, every experience, every breath, every tear, every smile, every morsel of food, every drop of rain, and every salah, every dhikr,
with the dhikr Shukr Alhumdolillah
Understand this ultimate truth
Nothing, absolutely nothing, has power over you except Allah alone
Remind yourself and believe
Prostrate and submit
To these liberating, peaceful words
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar

– Princess R. Lakshman
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