The words, written or oral,
No matter how erudite, elegant, or
elevated they be,
Ultimately prove to be a veil upon reality,
For they prevent us from perceiving
things as they are,
Words are like coloured prisms before our eyes,
They allow us to see the things only through
their filters,
Did not the great prophet say?
Allahuma arinal haqaiqal ashyaai kamaa hiya,
(O Allah, we pray you to show us the realities
about things as they are)
Mykoul
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