i am.

and i write to you tonight with honesty.
nothing but honesty and a pinch of remorseful.

so hear me.
for i am speaking with a hope to be heard.

i am a woman.
drench in a pool of sins.
a never ending path of mischief that leads straight to the door of fire.

i am a woman.
hidden behind a veil full of impurity.
with lusts and hatred that linger closer than the heat of my own breath.

i am a woman.
that bow to a God that i often fail to find.
that blames destiny for the hiccups in life.

i am a woman.
full of wants and needs of the world.
that pushes God aside with a brief gesture.

and.
i am a woman.
that jumps from one deed to a deed.
in between good and evil.
in mere seconds.

but.
i am too.
a woman.
with guilt.
and hope.

for a full repentance.

for every sin.
of every time.
of everywhere.
of this worthless self.

i called.
a woman.
in me.

because.
i believe.
my hatred towards my sins could never succumb to the loving of my God towards my repentance.

so i write.
to be heard.

by someone.
somewhere.
out there.

that.

its alright.
Allah is.

there.

to always hear.

your utter.

of  repentance.