Feels

That feels when you prostrate, really prostrate, letting go of the world and saying profusely, I seek guidance from You, Allah. It never has to be only you, even if your closest friends couldn't be there, even if they don't understand, even when they ridicule you. You know He understands and He listens. Then you get back up and crumble again in your prostration feeling beautiful being broken. He made you feel beautiful being broken when everyone else is trying to work their mouths into putting you into one. The fact is we are made from the earths. We crumble even then. Back to being broken, because that's when you really go back to home. But that doesn't mean you have to stay broken. The art of being beautiful is knowing you can be broken in His eyes and putting yourself together in the end knowing He's there to guide the way. He's always there.