I am no longer the protagonist in this story. It is so alien that I don't feel that this is my story. I am merely a bystander. Watching from across the street.
Suddenly, this war is no longer my wa[s] (war). I am liberated from the drudgery of a pledge I made 23 years ago. Now I am free to roam, knowing that I will reach my destination no matter how far it is.
Yes, indeed it is a relief knowing that I passed the test. I am basically a sailor who had set sail on a straight path. I will make it home.
As I speak this, I don't feel anything at all. As if these are nothing more than the passing of a bad dream.
No matter what, I hold on to two things, and these two things only; there is God and this God is fair. The rest are just maya. Everything; the Mind of God, the Divine Pairing, Allah Hu and Ana Allah, Sidrattul Muntaha, the Noktah, the Dot and what have you. There are all maya. In 23 years, I was living in delusion.
I was just playing Chess. Moving the pieces until I checkmate. Whoever I am playing with is satisfied that I won. Now they are testing me against my elements.
Nope, no more games. Either you give me the victory or I just remain a sloth. I am not interested in playing anymore. Either you pay me now or you pay me later, with interest. As it is, you owe me money.
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