Only through shock that pierces and makes your heart bleed can you find yourself with ripe vulnerability .
The kind Allah awaits for you to turn to him with.
Only through the depths of your pain can you find the home you abandoned.
Only through courage and stillness can you discover the subtle cause behind all of your wounds. The common denominator, the thread that tys them all together.
It’s so subtle it’s unbelievable
The euphoria you experience, as Allah unties the redundant thread, untied because you now consciously know…is a grace, true divine grace.
In the end people don’t remember what was done nor what was said. Just simply how they were made to feel.
The severest of all your feelings, guide you to the wounded heart of your inner child.
Sometimes all that you are feeling, is simply divine will leading you home. The darker it gets the closer you are. Don’t look for a light at the end of the tunnel. The darker the path the closer you get.
The wounded heart of my inner child had embedded in it shrapnel of grief and disappointment; due to lack of consideration shown to it.
For every shrapnel she attached a belief to, I as an adult now transmute.
For every lack of consideration she has experienced, i as an adult now consider her every need, even the mundane as ordained through the lens of unconditional self love.
I transmute, because she isn’t a victim anymore.
She is a victor, saved by herself.