He walks to the sink. He opens the tap and watches the water flows. He let the water passes between his fingers, feeling its cold stream, his eyes are piercing its purity. His mind is working as if he is accomplishing a daily habit while, his soul feels, a new phenomenon is occurring. His wading is done and he finally feels his exhale, he touches things thoroughly like he had been dead before. He sees his father by the corridor and trying to hide his joyful giggle that his father guaranteed him before to find it if he simply got his prayers done. Here he goes to his room and looks at the mirror. His eyes are wide open. His thoughts: "Is this me? I've a good looking! Haha. Serious! This is me? As if I lost useless hours caring about my look and wondered how everybody sees me looking good except me. I was the only one feeling disgust when I look at myself in the mirror. Now I realized that my eyes penetrates my appearance and get into my inner hidden feeling of guilt to reflect."
He turns around to get ready for the prayer but he posed a second for a moment, he is looking back to an empty space but it resembles for him the past he left. The past, he regrets letting go with its heavy burdens of sins, wasted hours of confusion -while the answer was there- & its wrong arguments about the route of happiness -which he thought it's main theme is being numb and wasting-. He let go of the past without any beam of pride in there. He looks right ahead, in front of him "It is a new start. Today is tomorrow's past. When I will look back like I've just done, I'd have added this bright spiritual moment."
Is his body vibrating or the earth is shaking? He stands there saying "Allah Akbar" with a voice he could hear while others can't. He has that feeling of shame how couldn't he make this loud "Allah Akbar" as the usual thing to hear at his house from a son like him? How could he make it phenomenal to be heard by his own voice as if he was an atheist living along with the family? Just how?!
Look! He's standing still right now. His body made it clear "My power is returned". The first second he was like broken rotten flower, now he stands upright like a Greek warrior. His eyes are tearing with a vibrating smile on his face. His soul is flooding waves of contradictory feelings. His guts are relaxing as if they were tied. "Allah Akbar" now he is in his Ruku'. He gives a breath of relief, his burdens on his shoulder, those rocks of sins have just fallen off and broke to pieces. His breath, that untamed lion, has just found his restful lullaby. Once his head touches the ground during his Sujud, he feels the two worn out halves of his head got healed.
Now, he is done but he wants to get to that peaceful world once more. Would he keep this his lifestyle or he will lay this person in formalin till he gets lost once more and gets his body out to study some facts and get into reality?
He turns around to get ready for the prayer but he posed a second for a moment, he is looking back to an empty space but it resembles for him the past he left. The past, he regrets letting go with its heavy burdens of sins, wasted hours of confusion -while the answer was there- & its wrong arguments about the route of happiness -which he thought it's main theme is being numb and wasting-. He let go of the past without any beam of pride in there. He looks right ahead, in front of him "It is a new start. Today is tomorrow's past. When I will look back like I've just done, I'd have added this bright spiritual moment."
Is his body vibrating or the earth is shaking? He stands there saying "Allah Akbar" with a voice he could hear while others can't. He has that feeling of shame how couldn't he make this loud "Allah Akbar" as the usual thing to hear at his house from a son like him? How could he make it phenomenal to be heard by his own voice as if he was an atheist living along with the family? Just how?!
Look! He's standing still right now. His body made it clear "My power is returned". The first second he was like broken rotten flower, now he stands upright like a Greek warrior. His eyes are tearing with a vibrating smile on his face. His soul is flooding waves of contradictory feelings. His guts are relaxing as if they were tied. "Allah Akbar" now he is in his Ruku'. He gives a breath of relief, his burdens on his shoulder, those rocks of sins have just fallen off and broke to pieces. His breath, that untamed lion, has just found his restful lullaby. Once his head touches the ground during his Sujud, he feels the two worn out halves of his head got healed.Now, he is done but he wants to get to that peaceful world once more. Would he keep this his lifestyle or he will lay this person in formalin till he gets lost once more and gets his body out to study some facts and get into reality?
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