only a soul that keeps choosing You.

 

He returns like a shadow at noon—
uninvited, familiar,
whispering doubts in a language
I used to believe.

But today I begin with Bismillah,
a quiet flame in my chest,
a name that steadies the trembling air
and reminds my soul where to stand.

O God, make me stronger than this storm,
stronger than the echo of his words,
stronger than the version of myself
that almost agreed with him.

Protect me—not just from him,
but from the seeds he tries to plant inside me,
from the slow-growing darkness
that pretends to be truth.

Let my heart stay clear,
like morning after rain,
untouched by bitterness,
unshaken by passing shadows.

If negativity knocks again,
let it find no home here—
only light, only faith,
only a soul that keeps choosing You.