Sometimes, even amidst a crowd, a feeling of loneliness surrounds you. The heart becomes heavy and the evenings mournful. A pain arises that is felt, but for which there is no known reason. There is a pile of complaints in the chest, but one cannot understand which words to choose to lighten the burden of the heart. When this beautiful and charming world loses its splendor, and every green and lush scene also appears withered, the soul becomes restless. An unknown terror takes hold in the heart, and a sorrow begins to dissolve from within, which has no name.
In these moments, the eyes fill up, but even tears do not help. They are not ready to come out of the threshold of the eyes to the cheeks, so that perhaps if they fall, the burden will be reduced, but they are in such a prison of restraint that they do not wash away this tsunami of sorrow. In short, everything that could share my burden seems helpless.
In such a situation, the window of my room becomes my only asset. The same window from where all the scenes of the universe are visible and the colors of the world are visible. But among all these colors, the only source of peace for me is that blue sky. While gazing at it, I talk to my Lord about things that I do not have words to express. But my heart is filled with the certainty that He is closer than the jugular vein. He hears the call of his servants and answers them too.
There is no need for words to speak to this great being, just silent attention and a broken heart. I stand in that window for a few moments and talk to my Lord, and my heavy heart finds peace. Although He is present everywhere, that window is most dear to me because from there, the windows of conversation between me and my Lord open.
From the pen of Zaa Sheikh