Wonder why black or white isn’t the only option?
Why gray became a choice?
Why sitting on the fence became acceptable
When the fence was meant to divide, not cradle?
Time, man’s greatest ally,
And perhaps his worst enemy.
I suppose it depends which side of the fence you’re on.
Time blurs things,
Until you question if they ever were.
It creates illusions so vivid,
You think they’ve always existed.
It heals old wounds
Or tears open new ones.
It births both the best memories
And the worst.
Do any come to mind?
Honestly, all I see is now.
But the past still whispers
Softly,
Through my present.
Are you so deep in thought
That you can no longer tell
Which are truly yours,
And which are whispers trying to drag you down?
Do you realize those whispers
Can make the dark feel like the light—
Until the real light
Feels like a performance?
But you have a protector.
A friend who’s always been near,
Who knows you better than you know yourself.
Always ready when we come calling.
His love—
It’s three times that of a mother’s.
Closer than white on rice.
One of His names is Al-Wali.
Some live never knowing He’s there.
Some know, but never call.
Some acknowledge and always call.
Some know Him so well,
They never spend a day without Him.
The rewards from His presence,
And the whispers' deception—
They’ve been passed down
For generations.
Which one would you say
Is truly fulfilling?
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