بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

I was lost. Totally lost, both literally and figuratively. I just could not take it any more. As it is, I was just hanging on by a tiny thread. I was so close to snapping. I felt that if i stayed even for a minute more, I would snap.

And so I ran, I ran and I ran trying to escape this nightmare only to find myself in a bigger nightmare. Where on earth was I? I searched around me for landmarks trying to figure out where I was, but I couldn’t even spot one familiar landmark. And then, to top it all of, my heel snapped.

I was now lost, not just lost but limping along with a broken heel. Oh No! Basheera is going to kill me! No, I’m going to kill her! It’s all her fault! And then, the thread snapped!

I sank down to the ground, hitting the sidewalk with a thump, not caring that I was probably ruining my clothing. And then, the floodgates opened and a torrent of tears gushed forth! The sad reality is that I was LOST.

L – Leaking

O – Out

S – Some

T – Tears




Just aspiring to inspire through the pen, or should I say, keyboard. May Allah Ta’ala accept my efforts and make it a source of Hidayah for the Ummah.

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