Allura da Zare
I remember the days of yesteryears, of how I was told the alluring folktale of Allura da Zare (Needle and Thread). The tale of the love bond between the Needle and Thread
Of how inseparable they were
Of how they make enchanting dresses only when they come together
Of how we humans should work together the way they do to move forward
Of how my love life should mimic that if I want to experience firework.
So I waited, not knowing if I were Allura or Zare
But I waited telling myself I am either or, so I need the other to make magic
I need the other to function and bring fort the light inside of me
I waited for days that turns into weeks, weeks into months, months into years
Yet I waited for the other part of me to make up the dress called my life.
Then I started to ponder, telling myself if only I was sure which I was, I will find the other
So I named myself Allura, biggest mistake I tell you
Different threads started to use me, from white to gold to purple, to orange, you name it.
We work effortlessly making charming dresses but at the end, they always choose those dresses over me
And I remain in the shackles of the sewing machine waiting for the next Zare and praying that one stays.
Then came my Awakening, I am neither Allura nor Zare
I am a Woman carrying within me the same light that shines through the universe
I will only remain in the shackles if I keep seeing myself as Allura
At that moment I started to let my light shine, determined to spread it to all of my universe, spreading magic to everyone I come in contact with
And when I finally bloom to my fullest potential, the earth will experience fireworks brighter than the 7th of July, richer than the energy emanating from the sun and fiercer than a burning furnace…
THE ABSOLUTE SOVEREIGN
Praise be to Allah the Lord of the Alamin…
Alamin; Mankind, Jinns, all that exist, all that we know, all that we don’t even know we don’t know, all of the universe and all that is engulfed in it…
Praise be to the Creator of the Deluded who claims to create…
The Fashioner of the designers that parade themselves as Vogue…
The Sustainer of those that boast to be self-sufficient…
The Enricher of all the acclaimed wealth Creators…
The Elevator of the Shepherds that competes in building skyscrapers…
Praise be to the Resurrector of man that most men await…
The Guide of all the builders and upgrades of the GPS…
The Watchful over all the spies that claim it’s just an algorithm…
The Knower of all the meetings held in the darkest of nights.
The King of all of the high Lords…
And the Final Judge of all of the supreme judges…
Alhamdulillah Robil Alamin…
Praises, Honour, Adoration, Admiration and Salutation belong to Allah in Whose Hands encompass all things.
THE ABSOLUTE SOVEREIGN
Praise be to Allah the Lord of the Alamin…
Alamin; Mankind, Jinns, all that exist, all that we know, all that we don’t even know we don’t know, all of the universe and all that is engulfed in it…
Praise be to the Creator of the Deluded who claims to create…
The Fashioner of the designers that parades themselves as Vogue…
The Sustainer of those that boast to be self-sufficient…
The Enricher of all the acclaimed wealth Creators…
The Elevator of the Shepherds that competes in building skyscrapers…
Praise be to the Resurrector of man that most men awaits…
The Guide of all the builders and upgrades of the GPS…
The Watchful over all the spies that claims it’s just algorithm…
The Knower of all the meetings held in the darkest of nights.
The King of all of the high Lords…
And the Final Judge of all of the supreme judges…
Alhamdulillah Robil Alamin…
Praises, Honour, Adoration, Admiration and Salutation belongs to Allah in Whose Hands encompasses all things.