Poetry

My Islam

I closed my door Don’t wanna hear it Too complicated Please keep it to yourself But what will I say when I gotta answer Him? Oh, what will I say […]

I closed my door
Don’t wanna hear it
Too complicated
Please keep it to yourself

But what will I say when I gotta answer Him?
Oh, what will I say when I gotta face the fire?
Oh, what will I say when that day will arrive?

Will I say I didn’t know?
Will I say it wasn’t time?
Will I say ‘Oh I wasn’t old enough’?
What will I say?
What will I say?

What will I say when I glance upon the fire and the garden both awaiting me,
Will I look wistfully at the garden, hoping that by some miracle it would be mine
Or Will I cry tearfully, thankfully to my Lord for granting me the best thing that ever happened to me

And now I open my door and I see so clearly that the garden, the river, the light are worth waiting for,
I open my eyes to dream of that day, when I will glance upon my Lord,
My Gracious, my Merciful Lord

What will I say then you ask me?

My answer so simple, I smile
I will say with the heart of a Mu’min
I love my Lord,
I love my Prophet,
I love my Islam

*Note: The word Mu’min means ‘Believer’.

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