Dear Allah,
You’ve written me a book of love letters,
And not once did I reply.
I sincerely didn’t know why,
But the truth is… maybe I do.
Because I am a weak human,
But you already knew.
You’ve created every fibre in my being.
A spiritual creature blessed with intelligence in a physical realm who’s not seeing.
You found me lost and guided me.
I was led astray like a fool into traps,
And you saved me.
You held my hand and told me to hold on.
You reminded me to stay strong,
Even when I did myself wrong.
All mighty, all-knowing, you’re so forgiving.
You’re always there to give me the strength to carry on.
Without you, I always suffer.
You never let go, but I did.
Because of ignorance, weakness and being human,
I sin and to you, I repent.
Every time I come crying back to you,
You carry me and guide me through.
You never ask for anything in return.
All of it is for my protection and for me to earn.
A simple thank you for me can never be enough.
You held me strong when I wasn’t tough.
Nobody knew me like you.
My lord, I am yours and to you I’ll return.
Like a fool, I look for approval in everyone’s eyes.
Not realizing till I die,
I only had to please you and all will fall into place.
Someday I’d die without leaving a trace.
A place to call home does not exist.
In this mortal realm of temporary pleasure, I persist.
For I know I am yours,
And one day to you I’ll return.
I yearn and feel out of place,
You send me signs and give me space.
You remind me and warn me even when I let go.
You’re my Allah and every creation’s so.
From nothing you created every being.
“Stay steadfast, stay strong even when things go wrong.
Hold your head up high and prostrate to me when you have to cry.
Trust me and follow, I am close. I’ll answer your calls.”
Your words, your promises they echo and help me carry on.
For you, I’ll stay strong even when things go wrong.
For I trust you, unconditionally.
A noble horse among your surviving warriors, I want to be.
So Allah lead me.
Guide me.
Save me from myself.
Bless me and everyone else.
