Pious Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

She's just a woman, outwardly pious and pure,
But within, a tempest rages, a battle she can't endure.
The nafs, that insatiable self, lurks in the shadows of her mind,
Tempting her, taunting her, leaving her spirit entwined.

In the light of day, she dons her cloak of righteousness,
Reciting verses, performing rituals, seeking God's caress.
But when the veil of night falls, her demons come alive,
Whispering seductions, urging her to let her desires thrive.

The struggle is real, a constant war within her soul,
As she tries to tame the beast that seeks to take control.
Outwardly, she maintains the image of piety and grace,
But inwardly, she fights a battle, a war she can't erase.

She's just a woman, fragile and flawed, like us all,
Grappling with the weight of her nafs, its siren call.
In the quiet moments, she cries out for divine aid,
Begging for the strength to resist the temptations that have her dismayed.

Yet, in her weakness, there lies a strength, a resilience untold,
For she continues to fight, to strive, to keep her faith from growing cold.
She's just a woman, struggling with her own desires,
But in her journey, she finds the courage to rise, like a phoenix from the fires.

So let us not judge, nor cast our stones, for we all have our own strife,
And in her pious facade, lies a woman, beautifully human, fighting for her life.