Angina [sscp]

[محمد السيوطيM.S]

In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

peace be upon you every body

~~Angina~~

After midnight, when everybody have gone home..
Under the rain, where you are alone..

12.13 AM
Walking fast, heading into the metro station..
Wishing only if you can stop this sedation..


12.20 AM
Sweaty , wet, with no umbrella..
Blending with wind like dentella..


12.23 AM
Feeling tired, felling hit..
But trust me, the real pain has not begun yet..


12.27 AM
Finally, the metro station..
Going down the stairs very slowly, like slow animation..

Down there, there is nobody except you..
Again alone, again you go..


12.31 AM
You are sitting on a wooden bench, just in front of the railway..
Waiting for the arrival of the 1.00 AM metro there..

Suddenly it began, without introduction..
A great pain like swords’ hits, a great suffer like soul suction..

How is the feel? Like an iron fist..
Squeezing your heart, penetrating your chest..


12.32 AM
The pain is eradicating to your left shoulder..
Your right hand is supporting it like a holder..

The pain is eradicating to your left arm..
Your left hand is in your pocket, searching for the charm..

Finally you found the nitroglycerin tablets..
You put one of them sublingual, just as written in the pamphlet..


12.33 AM
Pain is not relieved put getting worse, your ears are humming like a timbre..
Only now you pay attention, only now you begin to remember..

How many evils did you commit?
How many good things have you only promised?

Many prayers are missed..
Many things are still in your to-do list..

You did not even pray the isha prayer..
Why considering your prayers were you – always- a delayer?


12.34 AM
You stood on your feet, trying to defeat your tiredness..
You began to walk, trying not to lose your consciousness..


12.36 AM
Climbing the stairs, felling colder..
Wishing only if you can survive longer..


12.37 AM
Again under the rain, pain is your only sensation..
With the heaven’s water, you started your ablution..


12.41 AM
Sitting on the same wooden bench, shivering..
Semi-conscious, suffering..

Your right hand is holding your chest..
Your left one can not be even felt..

With your right index only, you started your isha prayer..
It may not be a long one, but sure during it you will be loyal..

Pray pray, even it is the last thing to do..
Pray pray, may Allah forgive you..
Pray pray…..


12.50 AM
………………..


1.05 AM
The metro has arrived at the station, the metro has left..
Neither in nor out, nobody has made a shift..

M.S

[Erroneous]

meaw :3
DUDE what THE HELL !
it rhymed XD
writing a story is hard enough without all the rhythm thing
very creative
wish u the best
thx 4 the post, t.c

[Sander]

A rhythm!l
So creative, your writing style is amazing, I really like it

Thanx and good luck

[Mr.Rayan]

I like this kind of story ...

[محمد السيوطيM.S]

Peace be upon you everybody
sorry i am late,but your replies pleased me very much

Bro Erroneous :

DUDE what THE HELL
<<

it rhymed XD
Hope you liked it ^^

very creative
thanks very much pal ^_^

see ya soon
.
Bro sander:
A rhythm!l


So creative, your writing style is amazing, I really like it
thanks very much sander

May Allah keep you safe
.
Bro Mr.Rayan :
I like this kind of story ...
glad you liked it ^_^
thanks for your reply

[katsumi san]

It sounds like a poem
very nice style
Thanks brother MS for sharing
^^

[محمد السيوطيM.S]

It sounds like a poem
very nice style
Thanks brother MS for sharing
^^

Thanks very much sis katsumi san
Hope you liked it ^^
Kol 3am wa antom bekher