I see brothers imprisoned in their own land
Not being able to lay their foreheads on their own sand
Deprived of the fruits made by their own hands
Why do we fear to understand?
Their products stripped off their own brands
Ties of kinship severed by their own 'friends'
Even bedouins displaced from their own tents
On what kind of belief do we stand?
I am tired
I truly am tired
But I'd rather be tired chasing after the right things
For idleness is not only an intentional stagnation
But stagnation is also a form of digress
I wonder if that form of emptiness causes a man to indulge in oppression
Or if it's oppression that causes a man to be depressed
I took off my socks and gloves each time I entered this space
Hoping one day these limbs would bear witness that they've tasted this mat
These people braved this cold, O Allah, in hopes of witnessing Your face
On the Day of Reckoning may these souls be spared
I saw a man take an ablution
Turning the tap a little lesser than half
It takes a man of a big full heart
To be in steadfast observance of the little stuff
People said salam in every step for a madly love
And others in deep utterance of remembrance till they attained tranquil tears
If such is a worldly land You preserved for the ones who deserve
Let me taste the sweetness of your call too, O Allah, I am all ears
I am all ears
I didn't want all these worldly moments to fall off the grasp of my hands
Especially the call that brought the world to an instant standstill
Circles of knowledge that I couldn't linguistically understand
Bringing serenity to this heart, causing its fill
We have taken in so much from our days
And bared our soul in so many ways
And if we ever wonder why we are still left so empty
Question our actions on what matters, was it filled heavy
The purpose of creation is ibadah
And the purpose of ibadah is taqwa
Sometimes I wonder if I deserve any hikmah
Having brought ignorance, having brought it this far
Deal life with gratitude
Deal people with humility
Walk your path with purpose
To leave all of it in tranquility
O Allah grant us travel that is accompanied by knowledge
And knowledge that is accompanied by benefit
Let your acceptance then be the end of our every page
Hoping we can start over, picking up where we left it.
"Peace [i.e., security] be upon you for what you patiently endured. And excellent is the final home."
Years on now, I found that most of the things I held dear, were all trivial to the core. All those silly little things I cared about meant nothing, and the naïve quests for material and superficial perfection were just an absolute waste of time.
Thank those who abandoned you and influenced you to abandon yourself. If it wasn't for the loneliness you had felt, you would not have turned to Him in search of comfort in direction.
Find a purpose behind your endeavour, if it's for Allah, then live and breathe that dream. I wish you well on your pursuit of being.
"So where are you going?"