Broken—yes, I Was Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Broken—yes, I was,
shattered by the world's harsh clamor,
adrift among jagged edges of despair.
The ancient covenant left on a forgotten shelf,
leaving me untethered and lost.

Yet from the deepest chamber
a whisper—then a roar:
my soul's ancient cry for origin,
not a fading echo but a living pulse
at the core of my Fitrah,
a memory of true essence.

My restless mind, once a tempest, stilled;
a profound revelation descended.
From that fertile silence it rose—
not with old doubts but with fierce,
newfound awakening and light.

An unstoppable seeker,
casting off the chains of illusion,
drawn by the unseen thread of belonging,
pulled toward the dawn of creation
I had nearly forgotten.