A million steps I've walked,
A billion breaths I've breathed,
Yet, am I closer to Allah?
Not as close as I need.
A lot of thoughts have come,
A lot of actions never taken,
Friends have come and gone,
Friends, their Eman Forsaken.
A day has come then it left,
A year has passed with nothing gained,
No prayers have I to outweigh my sins,
Lack of purity, I am stained.
A sense of remorse has come,
A feeling felt too late,
Friends who encouraged my sins are gone,
Now alone am I to suffer my fate.
The angel of death appears before me,
What have I done? In tears I cry,
Nothing gained, everything lost,
In dire pain am I.
A nightmare dreamt,A deep breath breathed,
Yet, am I closer to Allah?
Not as close as I need.
A lot of thoughts have come,
A lot of actions taken,
Friends have come and gone,
My Eman I chose it not to be forsaken.
A day has come, I used all of it,
Another year passed, a lot more gained,
Prayers on time, I hope they outweigh my sins,
Purity I sought to remove that which was stained.
A sense of remorse had come,
A feeling not too late,
Friends who encouraged my sins,
No longer encouraged my fate.
The angel of death appears before me,
What have I believed and done?
I sigh, I loved Allah and lived for Allah's sake,
Slowly removing my soul, tears of joy have I.
Written by Heather El Khiyari
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