The Dip

Heart minds reading this :

Once in a while, things don’t look so good anymore. 

You grit your teeth, anticipate the storm,

But what you get is a slow, agonising chill, and it lasts a lifetime

Removing your warmth gradually. 

You are stuck in this polar abyss,

Not moving up or down the mountain, 

You remain idle.

Sometimes you don’t even notice, but then you have

Those days where you have to plant a smile on your face

Where you force yourself to carry on walking

Or to get up in the morning. 

When the dip passes you feel silly for ever having been there

But you were there

Or you are there. 

And everything is a blur. The people. The goals. You.

The dip is a state of mind where faith is low

Where your in limbo

But

What we fail to realise is that

Allah pulls us back up again

Tugs you back in line

Prayer by prayer

Sign by sign

Step outside

Feel the wind

Breathe in and

Let it crash through the dusty halls of your heart

Let it beat again with a purpose

Let things move with you in the midst

You are a slave and your Lord will never forsake you

In return you keep up the motion of obedience

For only in obedience is there peace. 

And remember, there is a wisdom behind everything Allah has decreed. 

It’s a funny little thing this dip. 

But you always come back stronger.

Chin up, back straight, breathe in

And you’re awake again.