On the inside, all the hidden mess
All that I am scared to confess
The outside seems as a lie
Maybe the stakes are too high
You can only pretend to be nice
For to be nice on the inside, you’d have to be wise
Not a place to live in the past
For a thing that isn’t going to last
To the world, it seems pious
On the inside it feels poisonous
The more cleaner they look
The more dirt they have took
Wouldn’t be easy to live in silence
You’re gonna have to pay the price
Samar Asif, a psychology graduate, quiet outside, loud inside, is interested in understanding the human nature and personality. She wants to dig into how lost souls find the path which could lead them to success.
I am grateful that she shared her reflections with us; may Allah SWT help us find our way back to our origin and fitrah and may we be empowered to reclaim our heart, which is gradually dripping in glamour and attractions of dunya (world), the temporary abode of a believer!