The poet submits at Rawdha that though he is leaving Medina, his soul and its true joy reside in the heavenly hive of Meem
Finally
Here I am
Finally the time has come
To farewell Your Beloved Meem
I leave my heart behind
For whom is my every throb
My soul and its true joy
Reside in this heavenly hive
Only my body-frame leaves
Life, though, behind remains
My veins and its blood
My blood and its warmth
My warmth and its lamp
Lamp, but, is lit from Meem!
I set out
To where I came
Swearing to my soul
I shall return times more.
May 26 2022. Shawwal 25, 1443.
POEM GRAPHIC
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Spirituality attracts a soul like a bee to flower. We leave our soul behind at the “Enightened City”. We go with bags of sins & faults but return as light as feather. Washed & cleansed with our Ibadah & continuous remembrance of Allah & Rasool. We get reminded of our actual existence & evolve to be enlightened, and that’s the beauty of “Enlightened City”.