gladtobeamuslim
Junior Member
As loneliness savours on my soul
I peer into the mirror to see what it holds
I blink back at myself, questioning who I am
She is unrecognisable, who is it there that stands?
Her eyes are empty, filled with darkness
They contain no emotion, but long happiness.
Her shoulders are exhausted, her neck worn to the core
Her arms are depressed, her posture lifeless.
My identity has lost it way and cannot find the route back
Leaving my soul, body and mind black.
I am a never ending well, drifting in the unknown
I am as dry as a desert at night, dusty, cold and alone.
I thought I was happy all this time
But I was obviously blind.
I am now a lost sheep in the dark
Who is constantly searching for the light.
As I passed by the Masjid, something was calling to me,
It was a place of worship, my soul felt at ease.
I watched the believers pray and I knew I belong,
How close my safe haven was; I'd been searching for so long.
Life isn't about enjoyment, how foolish that would be,
It is about worshipping Allaah, praising Him consistently.
Thanking Him for the life we have, we are truly blessed,
Life without Allaah's guidance can leave us in a mess.
Woe to those who transgress Allaah's limits
They have been set for us to stay within it.
Woe to those who choose to disbelieve,
In this world they think they will always live.
I peer into the mirror to see what it holds
I blink back at myself, questioning who I am
She is unrecognisable, who is it there that stands?
Her eyes are empty, filled with darkness
They contain no emotion, but long happiness.
Her shoulders are exhausted, her neck worn to the core
Her arms are depressed, her posture lifeless.
My identity has lost it way and cannot find the route back
Leaving my soul, body and mind black.
I am a never ending well, drifting in the unknown
I am as dry as a desert at night, dusty, cold and alone.
I thought I was happy all this time
But I was obviously blind.
I am now a lost sheep in the dark
Who is constantly searching for the light.
As I passed by the Masjid, something was calling to me,
It was a place of worship, my soul felt at ease.
I watched the believers pray and I knew I belong,
How close my safe haven was; I'd been searching for so long.
Life isn't about enjoyment, how foolish that would be,
It is about worshipping Allaah, praising Him consistently.
Thanking Him for the life we have, we are truly blessed,
Life without Allaah's guidance can leave us in a mess.
Woe to those who transgress Allaah's limits
They have been set for us to stay within it.
Woe to those who choose to disbelieve,
In this world they think they will always live.
