The World Has Shown Me Its Dark Side Poem by Mohammad Younus

This world has unveiled its dark face—
I no longer recoil from the sight.
But I question the vision of those
who cannot see—light weds shadow,
and the sun carves its name into night.

The devil's face, mirrored in my nafs,
gleams beneath the midnight glass.
Every holy book sketches anew—
another face, another path to grace.

I once sat certain,
in the temple of my ancient heart—
believing that I, the bearded elder,
cradled by my Lord,
would dissolve within the light,
that unmakes all veils.

But as the devil's smile—
sharpens its cunning,
I find myself a poet—
in love with free will,
believing in self-redemption.

I falter to say—
'God will mend the world'
while we leave ourselves undone—
'Verily, Allah will not change—
the condition of a people—
until they change what is in themselves.'

The myths of better days fade
unless man awakens to his own becoming.
Yet still, beneath the gaze of grace,
I trust—
there must be balance.

MyKoul