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Yes it kills me, its shuffles my soul, my tender bones and my muscles creep in pain. I feel that silently yet loudly. I see my Islam being forsaken I see my religion being taken I see it all Gone and withered I see you with no soul I see them all going whispers and chaos You don't even see the change. I feel it in my chest I feel it in my eyes It hurts, it aches  It is sabotaged From I don’t pray, to I don’t fast and from he is my prophet to there is no Allah. What are these transitions? Who has driven them? You close your eyes so often, that you don't even see your maker? He doesn’t need your prayers, it’s but you who need it. It hurts me, it aches  Its leaves me numb I am not a fundamentalist I don’t have to be  I am just a Soul I don’t know who you call " Me" I don’t know what’s my definition  I just know; I know am wrong if I don’t pray I know am wrong if I don’t believe I know am dead if I don’t feel Wha

So let’s keep the convo open and let me make all of you feel self-assured on being who you are. Let say, we are half-conscious so much so that the only loud thing is the world outside us .All we see is what we want to see. And you say... “Are you living in oblivion”, “You crazy?" "Oh my God, I guess you had got yourself an official pardon of being this way? huhhhhh Let me say I accept that..I accept we are lost, I accept “Us". But what about you my dear? Are you really present? Are you not framed by this anonymous side within you? You call the world crazy and self-centered. And sometimes “silly" not realizing how awkward and condescending you may sound. Sometimes not even knowingly, you pass and say “C’mon, they don't even know what’s going around them" So completely dense and empty. We don't even relate to them. (Multiple Voices) I want to shout at times, crack my knuckles and breathe, un-breathe so hard and deep tha