saima abdullah
my life iz 4 Allah
one day
one day when we all will be gathered
when the souls will re-coupled with bodies
one day our hearts will be naked before all
the day when the earth will talk
when the mountains will walk
at that very day
my skin would be witness against me
even my hands and feet will talk
i will stand in the court of Allah
and my lies would be blocked
my excuses will countered
my relations would be cut off
bare footed
bare headed
no shade
no father
no mother
no sister
no brother
no helping hand
OOOO' i will be so alone that day
when i will out of my grave
but now when i got lost in company of my friends
i totally forget that solitude
when i enjoy love of relations
i totally forget their reaction on that day
when i miss my prayer
i forget to stand before my Lord
wearing hijab in hot summers
it seems to me very hard
when i keep on doing wrong i forget my helplessness...
i keep myself blind of real profit and lose
this life is not a free pakage
i have to pay for all
but i dont have gather the currancy
that will be used that day
coz when someone beg for sake of Allah
i look her off
i do backbiting
but i forget i have to pay my good deeds for that
i wonder why don't i stop
i fear not Allah
but the day is ahead
that's hardness will turn a infant into old age man
what would i answer ..
what would m gonna show off
can i shout that day
O' read my book
i knew that i will be assessed
no , no certainly not
i have bolted my book with reds n blacks
no one will like to read that even i
i have to repent
i have to rush
I HAVE TIME TO CLEAN MY BOOK
I CAN'T FACE HUMILIATION OF THAT ONE DAY
I HAVE TO WORK MY WHOLE LIFE
just for that ONE DAY
one day when we all will be gathered
when the souls will re-coupled with bodies
one day our hearts will be naked before all
the day when the earth will talk
when the mountains will walk
at that very day
my skin would be witness against me
even my hands and feet will talk
i will stand in the court of Allah
and my lies would be blocked
my excuses will countered
my relations would be cut off
bare footed
bare headed
no shade
no father
no mother
no sister
no brother
no helping hand
OOOO' i will be so alone that day
when i will out of my grave
but now when i got lost in company of my friends
i totally forget that solitude
when i enjoy love of relations
i totally forget their reaction on that day
when i miss my prayer
i forget to stand before my Lord
wearing hijab in hot summers
it seems to me very hard
when i keep on doing wrong i forget my helplessness...
i keep myself blind of real profit and lose
this life is not a free pakage
i have to pay for all
but i dont have gather the currancy
that will be used that day
coz when someone beg for sake of Allah
i look her off
i do backbiting
but i forget i have to pay my good deeds for that
i wonder why don't i stop
i fear not Allah
but the day is ahead
that's hardness will turn a infant into old age man
what would i answer ..
what would m gonna show off
can i shout that day
O' read my book
i knew that i will be assessed
no , no certainly not
i have bolted my book with reds n blacks
no one will like to read that even i
i have to repent
i have to rush
I HAVE TIME TO CLEAN MY BOOK
I CAN'T FACE HUMILIATION OF THAT ONE DAY
I HAVE TO WORK MY WHOLE LIFE
just for that ONE DAY
