I'm a restless soul tonight, this girl can't sleep.
She layed in bed, thinking about the next life.
And she feels that this life is. nothing but plastic, and hopeless dreams.
She's ashamed of all the things she never taught about this year.
Countless trips to the Mosque, she has heard many Shiekhs and Imams talk.
She has read the verses, and planted them in her heart.
She wants happiness, eternal happiness.
She went to and from; friend, books, objectives in life created by man, which is just like her in feeling and rythm, she took that and walked with it for too long.
Her hair is the object of her? Or is it really what's inside, the heart the mind, the words that she says. Who does she represent? She was asked that on application, the girl next to her said " A Muslim women".. I rarely think, and realize "I'm a Muslim women"- of all the things I say or do, I never represent who I'm.
I'm a Muslim, and a women of this life.
She prays countless for answers, guidance, she feels writing on this blog fulfills all. She wants simple things, and she would always ask her self in pity, is that so much to ask for ? Did she realize at this cold hour, she is the fool. In order to get you must give.

She's in hope of a man's love, that she knows too well, will never give to her. She has slept in her bed, face turned to the wall, and the tears have soaked through her blue sheets, salt has imbeded itself within her pores. She has found the energy to get up, and ask in supplication for guidance, and how she begs, for that.

She realized on this cold hour, in order to get you must give, she has hardly give.
She wants to do all, that her heart and mind sets out. A friend has told her, you want happiness? Pick up one grain of rice that's happiness.. BUT for this life, pick up a handful of rice that's ETERNAL happiness, you want happiness.

She is weak in walk, and talk- she has being called weak. She says she will raise a child, to be better than her for tomorrow. She pray's for a man's love in which he can never give to her. And she prays's and asks, how to be taught, to practice to forget the sores of the heart.

She has no feel, for a conversation, she will walk alone.. she has gone to and from, wanting to pick up the phone, and talk to someone, but that will only ease her pain for some hours, she wants happiness for eternity, and which soul can offer that. She doesn't look anymore, she has drowned to the very bottom to the ocean floor, she has made terms with the mermaids,and the star fishes..... she roams a ocean, in which roams her...Whispers go to and from, stares go to and from, and she does not care, she walks alone, she prays for eternal happiness.. everyday.