Irhamnaa yaa Arhamar Raahimiin

Imagine you on the table. Expands helplessly. The buzz of prayers of young doctors, ready to mingle with the knives. Bleeding red blood, Flowing from your veins, Dark colors, Not lost in a flash.

I threw it all away, that bad thought. Abominable torture, For my mind, My blood tribulation for me. A cluster of helpless cups, Numbers bounce inevitably, Tears no longer useful, Humming unstoppable verses, As if I’m going to die today.

When I wanted to run, I turned frantically into the past. To remember, Vision is brief. But … Flood, Mountain erupts, Rain storms, hurricanes, Attacking sadistically. I am ashamed, “my suffering is meaningless”.

My defense should not be cracked, My strength should not be torn, I cultivate this guts, watered millions of love, Humans around me. I do not deserve to surrender, I am against the devil’s villain, Yang void the virtue, the blind knight against the pain.

Blister and stained, Mirror protective wall, Abstinence desperate, To survive, Survive without attacking. Istighfar, I admit Your pleasure, I Admit my Sins, Forgive Me, Irhamnaa yaa Arhamar Raahimiin. #