From the terror raging outside my self...
...I try to run away into the room within;
There the torch of peace burns bright;
In the holy Zulumaat dwells the divine light;
In the niche of heart there is the lamp...
...lit from the blessed oil of love;
I do feel it burning deep inside...
...and the sensation of light upon light...
...starting to rise;
And it's the gift for submission...
...to God of love and peace;
Vow! I feel taste of sweetness...
...swimming through my heart and brain;
The tormented blood of terror and fear...
...is drained out;
My heart is slowly pulsating into a faster beat...
...giving out the echoing sound of Hu Hu;
I get transported to the day first...
...in a steady flash of light;
From within a voice is heard:
(Alam `A`had `Ilaykum Ya Bani `Adama...
...`An La Ta`budu Ash-Shaytana
`Innahu Lakum `Aduwun Mubinun) ¹
Did I not enjoin upon you, O children of Adam...
...that you not worship Satan -
[for] indeed, he is to you a clear enemy;
And I slowly start to pull away...
...from the temptations of my evil nafs;
Cause the satanic nafs is worse than the devil;
It's the destroyer of life as it leads to the Hell...
...which is not a place to dwell.
MyKoul
1. Qur'an: 30: 60
Did I not enjoin on you, O you children of Adam,
that you should not worship Satan -
since, verily, he is your open foe.
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