The storm within me has known no rest. It visits in the hush between dawn and prayer, when the world still slumbers, and my thoughts grow loud. The earth spins swiftly on its axis, chasing the sun with relentless haste, yet here I stand—tethered, heavy, slow. My soul lags behind the march of men; I watch the days unravel like threads slipping from weary hands. I meet countless faces, radiant and certain, yet within me, doubt stirs like a restless tide. I ask myself, Who am I in the vast decree of His creation? A breath among storms, a grain among mountains, a spark that flickers, known only to the One who kindled it. The world teaches us to run—to build, to gather, to proclaim our worth upon fragile pedestals—but my heart whispers another truth: that to diminish oneself before the Divine is the only way to truly rise. For what glory can man claim when his end is dust, when his pulse is but a loan from the Almighty? I have seen men boast of their light, yet forget that light ...
Welcome! Now you can see what's inside my mind. Writing will always be my self-defense, my medium. When the tongue can't form words, I find solace and joy in putting thoughts into writing, crafting a sanctuary where emotions dance on the pages. I believe that words have the ability to connect, inspire, and heal. So, welcome to the gallery of my mind, where every word is a stroke of the brush in the masterpiece of life.