Show Me the Way
By AbdulJeleel Olanrewaju (ABJ)
Why?
Why have you drawn me into this silent closet?
From the moment we met, I stood stranded—
on barren ground, beneath a storm.
With no hesitation, I stepped into the drenching rain,
a wanderer, yet not without direction.
In your absence, I ache for your presence,
but a few borrowed hours are never enough.
Can you take my hand—
and walk the path of forever with me?
Where do I stand in your heart?
All I see is a swirling nebula.
Show me the way—
I’ll ride in on a golden horse, if that’s what it takes.
Aren’t you weary of this gentle resistance?
I don’t want to be a guest at your threshold.
Let me in.
Trust me with your heart—
and I will keep it glowing, not just for me,
but for us.
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Reader Discussion (3)
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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