And when you lose it. You lose your soul. In Arabic we call it “Karama” maybe in English it is called dignity.
Karamah is when you stand up for what you believe in. When you value your self, your words and your promises to the people you love. And to God. It is to rid yourself from material and physical pleasures and put your principles and your word first at all times.
I used to think this “karamah” thing was overrated. Mocked people even sometimes accused them of lacking it because they made it such a big deal. I realize now that i didn’t know what I was taking about. Neither did they. Because if they did really.. you wouldn’t hear a peep about anything that had to do with” karamah”.
It’s a silent powerful bond between first of all, you and yourself then between you and God. Once you lose your “karamah” you lose everything. Including God’s support and that’s what I believe. My karamah is what kept me lucky, gave me hope and Blessed me with the love of an angel. I hope I didn’t betray my karama because it feels like the universe turned on me. From conspiring me to conspiring against me. I’m not about to make it worse.
When you turn down a basket of Goodies the trips the perfumes the gifts and the empty promises ( my jerk radar is made in NASA) lol Shit, when you have a license to shop till you drop and when you are offered the world. Familier? All my ladies in the house who have guys trying to buy their love raise your hands in the air wave em like u just don’t care
When you are repeatedly insulted , your character, your commitment, your fucking intelligence and you just leave it. When you suffer so much shit and still try not to hate or breakdown and surrender to it. When you choose the hard way when the easy way is just a nod away….. When you can plot and deceive and prosper and achieve.
When you have the choice to get everything without hurting those u don’t want to get hurt wouldn’t know anyway.
Once upon a time they wouldn’t. But now he knws everything. believe me, he’d know just from the tone of my voice if I was hiding something The force is strong with him and that’s why I love him.
One of my friends said that men don’t have to know everything. You don’t have to tell everything to the man you love especially if you want to keep him around. You just have to do what u gotta do and just forgive yourself. It was never about the deed, it was always about getting caught doing it. But for me she said that it’s so dangerous the guilt that doesn’t make u sleep at night urging you to tell him. Then you do. Then … you realize it was better not to because life is just miserable and so many opportunities were lost. Not only you are still sleepless but he would be now too.
I say BS. The love we share me and him is not from here. It is from up above I’d rather die than taint it. In his words before we met.. “ heavenly”
Wtf was I saying?
Yes karamah. Wow . how strong and proud that can make you feel. Everytime I think of the man I love and honoring him I love myself more. Ironic.. Wealth found in the spirit’s intentions.
Truth, honestly, loyalty, purity. I love myself for loving him that much.
Others would say… why not? Go ahead.. just do it , give him what he wants and who cares you don’t have to be serious about it and convenience is always welcome. H won’t know about it so why the drama?
The drama? The drama is not a drama.
I can never live with myself if I did anything as much as a heartfelt hug! I will not be able to look at myself, to respect myself, to even keep my faith in God. I’ve hurt enough and what’s left will never ever even think about it again.
I love Mr.H that I can never describe just how much. But maybe if I said that I love him enough to forever burn in hell for him. All I want is to live what’s left of this mortal life feeling him inside me Not even my breath travels inside me like he does .
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