Listening to your heart
is woven into your fitrah—
the sacred rhythm of your being,
a song begun
long before your first breath.
It is a good start
to establish lasting communion
with the divine.
But longing for the best
comes not without the test.
We must discern the beats
within—the divine melody,
calling us softly,
incessantly.
Sometimes,
when excitement brims,
when worry clouds,
or confusion veils,
the whispers fade,
hidden beneath
the cluttered din
of fleeting thoughts.
But leaving behind
this wilderness of noise
restores the broken thread.
In stillness,
the whispers hum:
Hu, Hu—they sing,
an eternal refrain.
So, follow that call—
to where it leads your heart.
Ask yourself:
Hu was never away—
it was you, wandering.
Now,
you are found.
The melody of Hu
guides you home.
MyKoul
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