wondering, mumbling and a world crumbling

'home is where the heart is', it is said. home, that ethereal, unpalpable thing, is it a place or a feeling? if your heart is in a place then does that place become your home? some say, 'where i lay my head is home' - so perhaps somewhere in between is where we should aim to be. the blessed Prophet (May Allah's peace and blessing be upon him) was forced to leave Makkah after three years of continuous persecution by the unbelievers in the city, and as he left the city for al-Madinah in Yathrib he looked back and expressed how dear the place was to his heart. yet, after ten years, when the muslims re-entered Makkah as victors, and the Ka'bah became the centre of Islam, Muhammad (May Allah's peace and blessings be upon him) decided to return to live out his days in Madinah. once you live anywhere for a period of time it becomes a home, but the place of origin always holds a special place in the heart. Allah (exalted is He) made the earth to be travelled over, ...

Evil thoughts they come - your resolve to break, Disguised lies and half-truths come from nowhere, At night when you're half 'tween sleep and awake - To lead down roads of darkness and despair. Diseased words and manifested regret, Remembered - consciously solidified. Old promises that have never been kept - Too weak to fulfill, too frightened to die. Water wont wash away those twisted fears, They remain inside like frozen, dead weight. Unmeltable, no release of warm tears, Mere loneliness for you to contemplate. Turn, repenting to the One Friend above - He is the Source of peace and endless love.