When the Healing Touch Divine you get,
Your nafs will start getting cured of all the ills;
The walls of the prison that you built,
Around your heart, will start tumbling down;
Truth will come; and the falsehood will go
To your heart that's broken, sad, and lonely,
He Divine touch will bestow: Peace and serenity.
But Your circle of friends will grow even smaller;
Yes, to your utter surprise!
No one is more hated than he who speaks the truth,
As rightly says the great philosopher, Plato
Your true friends are those who stand by you,
When you are exposed to public wrath,
For opposing their false deities, myths and superstitions.
By the Divine Touch, the fog that once was there,
Suddenly will start to disappear;
Keep moving forward, as is the Sunna of the true prophet!
True Faith will vanquish over false faith!
From the cradle, like Jesus, you'll start speaking truth;
Divine hands will rock your cradle.
Yes, He will love you, until you know in Him your reality.
MyKoul
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