Love, The Sweet Trap
By Abduljeleel Olanrewaju (ABJ)
A sweet finger—licked without hesitation,
Tempting the mind to crave again and again.
An unquenchable thirst haunts its keeper,
Anxiety clinging like shadow to flame.
An immobile force moves a human soul,
Its quiet tentacles latch without warning.
It’s sweet—when fingers are crossed in hope,
But bitter when truth picks a side.
It builds the bedrock of fragile trust,
Always banking on hope where there’s no rope.
A silent cell for hearts that yield,
Invisible bars forged by belief alone.
Once the mind opens its doors,
It settles—like morning, quiet but certain.
I only wish I could shut mine tight,
And be free…
from the ache of false hope.
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A deeply insightful exploration. The balance between academic discipline and spiritual consciousness is precisely what our student body needs today.
Barakallahu feek Brother Ahmad. May Allah grant our youth steadfastness in learning and practice.
Jazakumullahu Khayran to the editorial team. The references from Surah Taha were especially grounding.
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