Each time I look in the mirror,
At my true reflection,
I see my authentic self—
Yet all I find is difference,
A chasm between me and my essence.
I am entangled in ambition,
An appetite for the mundane,
More fleeting with every day.
I long to conquer this false self,
To reshape it,
To bring it into submission,
Surrendering to my true essence.
I will make it realize
Its authentic fitrah—
What wouldn't I do to remind myself?
A person like me
Does not believe in giving up,
Even when resistance is stiff.
I will fight relentlessly,
Building a foundation strong enough
To return my false self to its true form.
Forever my jihad against nafs,
I yearn for a life of authenticity.
MyKoul
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