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Friday, March 2, 2018

MY SPOKEN WORD POETRY

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A kid was blue because his dad raged hellfire upon him for flooding the house which turned into a catastrophe. the kid blustered out crying and ran out of the house because he couldn't bear the sham that he had brought upon himself.

 It started to rain when he decided to go towards the light where his friend would be waiting for him. But because of the rain drops that kept pelting his eyes made it all blur for him to see his path. It seemed as if the fog was creeping up on him, trying to grasp him in its hand, which made him feel as though he was in a rain forest surrounded by trees which looked identical to each and other everyone of them. This made that kid feel as though he was in a maze that he would never escape out of. It was as if he was trapped in a stone box with a widow that he could only fit his hand through. He was lead to a mixed feeling of aggressiveness and sadness. He fell down to his knees and started to scream at the top of his throat but is voice was choked by the sobs he couldn't contain. There was no one around for him to ask help from; but in between this horrible situation, he mustered up some courage and began to pray to Allah, for the solution to this situation:; and because the kid's strong faith in Almighty Allah, the respond was immediate. Suddenly, everything became quiet. There was no sound of the rumbling of the clouds nor the pattering of rain, except for the rustling of the leaves and the blowing of the wind. He finally felt peace with himself and closed his eyes. 
When the kid finished praying and opened his eyes. The sun began to peek from between the clouds, the fog began to lift and the path became clear. it all happened in a blink of an eye, Suddenly the kid felt a warm hand on his shoulders and when he turned to see who it was, he was surprised to see that it was his parents. They had came to forgive him and this made the kid realize that this was all because of Allah and his faith in him.He wiped his tears and smiled at his parents. If only he could have understood the power of dua (prayer) before, he thought. They all walked hand in hand back to the house.