InshaAllah

Its getting tougher. Stifling.

The pressure is mounting, and she has no clue about the number of times each day she wonders if this strain is going to shred her into numerous fragments...  

There is so much she has been trying to bury in her chest, that breathing, itself has become a labourous task. No, literally, actually!

Yet, its only now, that she is so sure its gonna work out! "InshaAllah", she whispered.

She is sure; because its after days that she did not try to hide behind the sound of loud music. She had been camouflaging her turmoil under the cover of music; sedating her monstrous worries with a dose of music... veiling her naked traumas with unending stream of melodious notes!  

This did not happen today. Her drive was quiet, and so was her day... like it used to be when she used to be at ease with herself.

She is sure its gonna work out, "inshaAllah", as she whispers, because its only now that she would actually surrender.

Without a sedate, the stifling pain shall render her prayers saline.

A cornered cat knows it has no where to go. 

A cornered her knows its only Him, she can anchor unto. And for dear life, she anchors hard...

PS:

HE loves saline!