You don’t know what goes on in my head.
You don’t know where my thoughts go to.
You don’t know where my mind drifts to.
To be honest, you don’t even know me.
You don’t know how I react to sitiations.
You don’t know if I’m actually happy at the joys of life or if I’m not actually happy.
You don’t know my feelings.
Basically, you don’t know a lot about me.
You know basic stuff about me.
You know the general stuff.
But the other things are unknown to you.
Literally, you don’t know me.
You know my name.
But you don’t know my story.
Don’t try to even find out.
Because you wouldn’t want to know.
I’m an illusion.
I am my own person.
We are all our own person.
We live our life, die our life.
We do things for us.
We are ourselves.
We don’t need the whole world.
We need Allah.
Allah is the only One who can fulfill every need of ours.
He knows us better than we know ourselves.
We were just a drop of blood once.
And now we walk with pride?
Isn’t that ironic?
Oh yeah sure it is.