My religion is my oxygen.
My heart is only attached to the One.
He created my soul and body.
And in the good and bad I return to him.
He's the one for me.
And that always will be.
Forgetting what he blessed me with
Is not hard to forget.
I'm breathing throughout his Rahma.
And that's why I should be thankful.
This world is so toxin.
The bad and evil.
It's like I've been holding back on my good deeds.
But I know it's him the devil, the sjeitan.
Who keeps me down, on the ground
With his bad influence.
But I turning myself up, holding on the straight of our religion that Allah (swt) is giving me.
The air I'm breathing seems to be thick.
Closed to throw up, this world makes me so dammed sick.
But I try to stick.
Try to controle my breathing.
I truly find my healing.
In what's clearly appealing.
Islam our Nour and without it our life has no meaning
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ME AND MY WRITTEN THOUGHTS
PoetrySalamu aleykum. poems With a religious twist Take a look inside and don't forget to vote and comment. Jazaka Allahu khairan The poems are very dear 2 me. English is not my first or second language so if you see some grammatical catastrophe don'...
