The Female Prophets

لَقَدْ جِئْنَاكُم بِالْحَقِّ وَلَٰكِنَّ أَكْثَرَكُمْ لِلْحَقِّ كَارِهُونَ (78

they can’t handle us. especially when we’re together. they can tear the world apart but not two dimensions to a truth. nobody has the power to gaslight us with the venom of their thoughts. nor are they able to cast their Pharoah-ic spells of falsehood. we are the ones who have landed here, have been chosen to hypnotise the blind. the hearts we bind and swim in rivers of being kind. we call to oness and unity, saturating our wellness in purity. they called us witches. they be seeing demonic glitches and calling us bitches. the last time I checked, bitches were loyal to their wonders, never breaching the covenant of their Master. let the storm approach and glorify our thunders. we are Prophets of this age, freeing those locked up in a cage, have had their hearts filled with rage. we preach no more than beginning a new page. it’s not us they cannot handle, they can’t handle the truth unravelling beneath their bones and their hearts blocked with stones. yes my friend the truth hurts those who aren’t immune, who haven’t let Allahs word be their movement in tune. Just watch, we are too with you from the watchers.