Honored to be Yours by Rumysa Hussain
It’s a beautiful honor to be Your slave, my Lord. I’ts a privilege, indeed. It’s heart breaking to see many of us choose to rather be slaves to our needs- our belongings- our desires- our money- our relationships- our rituals- our degrees and fame. To be slaves to what they make us believe. That’s the state of our naivety. Our jobs, houses and cars. If not all that.. then we’re slaves to those whom we claim to love. We’re happy to be slaves to everything but You. You are the *only* King. The *only* deity closer to us than anything and anyone else. Yet, our eyes are blinded and hearts dead. This heart was created for One God. Yet, we’ve forsaken Him for a thousand more. Everything else comes first for us- before Him- when in reality, He, alone, is the *beginning* and He, alone, is the *end*.
O Sultan of the hearts, none of us can truly claim to love any being unless we strive to love You the most. To obey You the most. The heart is only for You. Just You.