Tuesday, 11 May 2010
I'm learning things about myself everyday. How successful will I be? Every time though, it feels like a losing battle - (It is man that creates his own hell)
And I am accepting things about myself everyday.
I am endeavouring to change myself for the better everyday.
So I can be whole again
Like I was when Allah gave
me to me
- pure, clean, untainted.
So when I'm about to die
I can at least say: 'I tried.'
Or will I succeed at all?
No one knows except for Him
In whose hands is my life.
Everyday it seems to be getting hotter
In the cocoon of hell fire -
That I have created for myself - Not Allah.
He has only been Merciful
Time and time again.
He has hidden my faults from the eyes of the world.
He has inspired me and protected me from my 'self',
My indulgent, lazy, and deceiving self.
That has corrupted my soul
And led it astray far too long
And far too much.
I can no more say to Him:
I return to You what is Yours.
I have taken His amanath
And distorted it so much
It is no more what it was -
Amanath mein khiyanath?
But I'm not giving up -
I will not give up.
I will live in hope inshallah -
I know He will save me
He will lift me out of this pit of darkness
And bring me into light, inshallah.
I'm learning things about myself everyday.
How successful will I be?
Every time though, it feels like a losing battle -
(It is man that creates his own hell)