Sad Story

Time flies but I’m stuck in the past

Don’t know how I got here but I wanna leave fast

Almost two years but the wound is fresh as the first day

A wound that isn’t healing cos I’m there in the way

Picking at the nitty gritty, who’s to blame

Always pointing fingers cos it’s always the same,

Mindset that I’ve been failed by the ones I’m meant to love most

But realised it’s my expectations-I’ve diagnosed,

The issue is within me no one else is to blame

Therapy is calling me but I’m too ashamed,

To speak about my problems then get judged by unknown

The trust issues seep through me and I feel more alone.

But wait; I’m not alone. I know that He is here

Awaiting for me to call out then reply “I am near”

Allah SWT, the One who got me through

He heard the conversation and saw what I never knew

Through His wisdom and His mercy He planned a path for me to tread

But took me time to realise that I asked for what was said

At the end the ‘sad’ story is what you tell yourself in your head

But indeed there’s no loss through the trials, if to Him you were lead.

Editor’s note: If you are struggling with your mental health, please seek help. Don’t ever be ashamed of how you feel, or the trauma that you have been through. If you need help but don’t know where to look, please email zakiya@kalimah.uk and we will endeavour to find you some support insha Allah. If you are a Muslim sister seeking therapy, please contact Dr Sania at www.sahawellbeing, who we can vouch for personally.

May Allah swt ease all of your hardships and fill your lives with ease. May He grant you all peace, comfort and relief from all of your difficulties. Ameen!

Photo by Janko Ferlic

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