Cul De Sac

Assalaamu’alaikum to you who have tied me down with forlorn expectations of togetherness! I persevere and cope with this rope of hope that restricts me from seeking more from other sources and places. I tan under the scorching sun rays and I’m beaten by the pinching torrents of the rain, and I’m drenched! In broad day light you display promising smiles that comfort me. Yet you abandon me at night to the company of my loneliness, while you hasten to enjoy caresses in the embrace of your favourite contender. But thanks to the lightning that helps to illuminate the acts and scenes. I’m too weak and not clever to fight or think to decide. After all I’m not Allah to whom a rival must not be associated. But a wise man will only say, “Thank you it’s not too late for me to wish you well at the care of your only spouse.” Since I am not a wise man, I will emulate the wise man.