I struggle to come to terms with the depth of my plight.
I wonder how I came from security to uncertainty.
But I do not complain, nor do I lament,
My greatest fault being, I neither repent.
I can acknowledge my faults.
I am now labeled 'homeless', though I have a roof over my head.
There are others around me, labeled the same; older and younger,
A kaleidoscope of race.
Day after day, I wake to my own desire,
Master of my day, my wanderings, my life.
Boy, does it hurt.
But I admit my own transgression.
Yeah, the 'free' bird sings of sorrow.
I was once the guardian of a treasure so rich,
Something I squandered, in life's glitzy casino.
My heart carried this treasure,
I was known as the 'safekeeper'.
This is the story of a guy I met recently during the course of my work. In essence, he is now homeless and admits to living in the disobedience of Allah. He was, in fact, a hafiz but squandered it. He believes his homelessness to have been a punishment because of this, and fully accepts it.
This poem remains incomplete.
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4 comments:
SubhanaAllah..
May Allah swt ease his ordeals
Ameen
SubhanAllah thats quite scary to read.. a man who was a hafiz ended up like this.. May Allah (swt) guide us all and keep us on the right path.. Ameen
~fool/gadha/fatty =O
Assalamu alaykum Musaafir,
How is he now? Will we be seeing a new post inshaAllah? (Im guessing after Ramadan :P) Btw I have new works up if youd like to see them inshaAllah..
Wasalamu alaykum,
Scarlet
subhanallah. to be a hafiz and just lose it all is too much for a person to bear. To become a hafiz is just amazing in itself because not everyone can do or have the willpower. May Allah guide him again.
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