What is it that has caused you to abandon your Lord?
Degraded to the depths of degradation, how could you stoop
so low?
Running back and fro, slowly drowning, brick wall,
Consumed by your own abandonment till tomorrow when you’re
standing at His door.
I know for certain the condition of my heart when I’m
happiest.
A solitary heart, deliberated, dedicated to the One who
never abandons us.
His love for us attested by His unwavering mercy, countless blessings,
And although confronted with rambunctious rebellion and
sordid sin,
He still remembers us even in our failure to remember Him.
Rejected, dejected, tainted tears in vain,
Fuel to the fire, Engulfed by our sins,
And we turn to the creation where there awaits us nothing
but pain,
Looking heavenwards while blind to the enemy within.
Misguided in the shadows where we abandon ourselves.
Now here’s something we absolutely must
Understand, that this heart right here is a trust
From Allah, and it is only He who can fill its void,
devoid of which we find pain upon
pain, heartache upon heartbreak,
Something we can never avoid.
You know that feeling you get,
You know the one, right? The one where you’re beyond upset,
And no idea why, well I’ll tell you something comforting,
That, my friend, is an affectionate nudge from Him,
While you’re absorbed in finding peace in something, someone
other than Him.
We pose the greatest obstacle to our success in both worlds.
I feel it all the time, the insecurities, the confusion,
The doubt, oh God, the traceless pain and unfounded
conclusions
Following a derailed, tunnelled train of thought, I ought
To know better than to attach my hopes and wants to His
creation,
Making them our Gods, yes, our Gods, it’s a bitter pill,
still,
Don’t roll your eyes at me; I’m not the enemy,
It’s you to you and me to me, you see
Man is by his very nature hasty, and this makes him
volatile, man is man’s obstacle,
Fickle, the sell your soul for a nickel type, etcetera
etcetera.
In conclusion, let me round this up, next steps.
What do we want? I’d like to think to spend these few
moments in contentment,
So our lives, deaths and resurrections are all reflections
of one another, with no resentment,
Rather in a manner that is most pleasing, not to the
creation, but to the Creator.
So let’s detach our hearts to every other insignificance and
attach it to Him,
And when it is, when you’re not consumed by mad love for any
other,
When you make Him your first port of call,
When you’re comforted by the very source of comfort,
Nothing else matters, nothing.
In those brief moments, I’m at peace,
Misery turns its cheek,
Enveloped by His love,
The love which I sought, the love which I seek.
And right there in that moment,
Along with smiley heavenward glances,
I think to myself,
“If I was taken right now, I’d fancy my chances.”
