In the Eye of The Storm

In the calm of the storm I reside,
Apprehension eating out inside;
Is there a door to exit,
or a tunnel,
with light at the end of it?

Though a Muslim nae loses,
hope in His fountain,
of Grace and Kindness,
Eternal and timeless,
this heart aye trembles,
in awe of His Majesty,
and sins countless….

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