Shine,
like the purest diamond—
shimmering,
refracting light
in countless hues.
A prism of being,
effervescent and radiant,
you truly are.
Let no shadow dull your glow,
nor the weight of this world
cast you as the moon,
faint and blurred
in muddy water.
Within you,
a spring flows—
clear, untouched,
fresh with the taste of eternity.
It carries the breath of divinity,
and from its depths,
life blossoms.
Guard it well.
Let no murky hand stir its peace,
let no illusion cloud its mirror.
False dreams may gather—
like fallen leaves,
but they hold no root in you.
You were born beneath—
the gaze of stars,
in the light of fitrah—
pure, whole, divine.
Long ago, that light was etched—
within you, by the Gracious God.
Return to it.
Let it rise, untainted,
until you shine—
like the purest diamond.
MyKoul
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