All praises are for you Allah, how I hope that you are there.
For sinful though I know I am, your displeasure I cannot bear.
Never, till this moment, did I realize how much I've strayed.
Never, till now, was I more conscious of all those times when I should have prayed.
For sins are like heavy baggage, that one carries through Life, the airport.
Why didn't I realize sooner, that Earth is but a place of sport?
Ya Allah! Forgive me. Save me from the fire of Hell.
Forgive me as you did my parents, from Jan'ah though they fell.
Ya Allah! Protect me. From myself for my soul is weak.
Let me not falter ever, for Jan'ah is the abode I seek.
Ya, Allah! Please help me. For I don't understand and thus, I fear.
What happened to all those moments when I never doubted that you were near?
My actions once were guided, by my faith which, once, was strong.
Ya Allah! Please guide me. What happened, what went wrong?
Each footstep that I used to take, I took with you ever near my side.
The Quran was my faithful companion, Rasoolallah my beloved guide.
How I yearn for those bygone days Allah, for I know that the day comes near.
When we'll each receive our just rewards, and Truth will stand sparkling clear.
Life is like a spider's web Allah. We get caught in its trick snare
So thoroughly are we disillusioned, time for salat we cannot spare.
I sit here and I wonder, Ya Allah! Why did I fall so low?
What happened to my faith Allah? Where did my Iman go?
In this earthly life of ours, so often does sin seem right.
Falsehood seems to be the truth, as if days are confused with night.
Alone, alone, wandering aimlessly through this land,
Until I glimpsed a kindness carried on your outstretched hand.
You picked me up as I was falling into a deep well of despair
Not knowing that you were waiting to answer my prayer.
Like the breeze under birds wings you carry me through the sky,
Like the early morning dew you bring forth tears from my eyes.
As the dawn chorus is never separated from its song,
I realise now you have been with me all along.
I am an imperfect creature. And thus, I shall always wrong.
For the road to Jan'ah is rocky, and the journey seems awfully long.
Ya Allah! Our creator, we are all just pieces of clay.
Please help me with my steps in mylife, and let me not lose my way.
All praises are for you Allah, I know that you are near.
I know that you have read my heart, and my words I know you hear.
Thursday, November 19, 2009