HEART

It is all too much. The expectation that we are capable of carrying 

all of this. How is it possible for us to not be burdened with more 

than we can bear when the cracks have begun to appear with each 

new hardship. This world has irrevocably broken me. Tortured me 

into paralysis. I no longer feel capable of the catharsis of release. 

There is too much grief to let go of. Ya Musawwir, I have been 

begging, praying for escape. Can’t You oblige me just this once?

MIND

How your lamenting has caged us both. Must you be so 

habitually theatrical? Your inability to feel deserving of 

peace is old news. You and I both know better. Enough 

wallowing in your selfishly sad sentiments. Enough 

speaking in metaphors. We are yearning to put pen to 

paper. Enough making me the enemy. You fear the ways 

the dunya has hurt you. And you see not how you harm us. 

HEART

Don’t I wish I could just do it all logically? How easy to remove the 

emotion and depth from it all. Prefrontal cortex driven and rationalize 

your way out of this drowning. Synapses snapping neurons into place 

at lightning speed to make a quick decision. This everlasting guilt 

just transformed into a to-do list. How nice it must be. To accept 

that we will never be enough. Of course you must do everything. Of 

course you must save everyone. Of course you are comfortable 

removing me from the equation. What a good way to avoid the 

obligation you have to me, the thing that generously gives you light.

MIND

Listen, beggars can’t be choosers. How can I avoid you 

when we are inevitably stuck together? What in this dunya 

do you need to run away from? Especially when this dunya 

itself is a cage? Can’t you just uncage yourself? Do you 

know the privileges you hold to be able to do that? We are 

not the Prophet. We do not have a Ghar-e-Hira to escape to. 

HEART

Yes it’s true. But perhaps we need one because I desire to be everywhere

and nowhere simultaneously. I desire to not feel bound by the box you put

me in. Ya Khaliq, our creator, makes it all possible. I see no reason to put

limits on what He is capable of. So leave me be. Your fully formed perfect

sentences do not have a place here right now. I will access the catharsis

when I am ready to do so. For now, I would like to lose myself in lament.

MIND

Why must you over-feel our way out of a sound decision.

You agreed with me but ten seconds ago. We may be

infinitely different, but I am confident God assigned us

to this body together for a reason. Ya Rahman may have

unlimited Mercy. But perhaps, let’s not stretch His patience.

HEART

Allah holds us, the hearts, in high importance. Why else are we

mentioned so often in the Qur’an? Why else is our sensitivity

elevated as a strength? I fear that our collaborative nature is at a

crossroads. Me, bound by my sadness. You, bound by your rigidity.

MIND

I fear the same. But I believe this can be solved if we work

together. Do the one thing we are both good at. Just let us

put a pen in our hand. Let us write our way back to each other.

HEART

It appears we finally agree on something. 

Bismillah.