Peace is found in the divine whispers,
in the calm, sincere moment,
when you look at yourself— without judgment,
like the divine light within.
It is in that tender reflection
where the soul reemerges,
from the dark, embracing its essence,
wrapping itself in the embrace of being.
With all the grace it deserves,
old deep wounds begin to heal,
and instead of letting them open,
a soothing balm of peace is offered.
Thus, Fitrah surfaces,
like awakening up from sleep—an act of love,
like a soft whisper in a child's ear
that says, "it is enough— the sun is rising.
MyKoul
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