Jihad Between the Two of Me

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When I look in the mirror I see one face, but trust me someone else is there, not a care for each other, we hate one another, and the result has been complete warfare.
See at first we kept our distance but in an instance we bumped heads, and neither of us will stop till the other one of us is dead, a thirst for blood that must be fed.
See she is truly of this world, while I am focused on this deen. And I swear she is pure evil unfurled, while I stay away from the obscene.
And so one day when I got up and proceeded to make my prayers, I saw a bomb fall from the sky but no one else was there. No one else but her that is, she was enthused to see me maimed, caught me when I turned my head, and then my heart became inflamed.
Didn’t know how I would manage, fighting this war alone. And to top it off Im disadvantaged, wounded to the bone.
So yes she had the upper hand, while I stand in my place, this other half of me is winning, shot right past me in this race
Or this chase as I pursue her, to subdue her, but she’s quick. And I swear that I was on her heels but ran into a wall of bricks. But like Joshua fought the battle, Jericho’s walls came tumbling down. And just then the missile hit me, knocked me face first to the ground.
And just as I was getting up a foot stomped on my back, because anger from within me left me vulnerable to attack. And the fact of the matter is she could have killed me on that day
But for some reason she just smiled at me, and silently she got away.
And I know it isn’t over, see we share the same persistence, and this world just isn’t big enough to hold our co-existence.
So I know she’s coming back , with her here my mind just can’t be free, one battle won, by my other half in this jihad between the two of me….