I am a slave
I have become a slave of my desires;
I have fallen into the trap of this world
And change is something dire.
I have become a slave of anger;
A spark of fire was all it took,
And now I am an oncoming danger to everyone.
Never was that my intention,
Thus, the only way out is Ablution,
To which I am cooled down the moment I am enraged.
I have become a slave of sorrow;
Forever bringing back the past
And never positive for the morrow
While the present is left unattended.
I have become a slave of the people;
I followed the flock of emptiness
And I am finding it hard to find a way
Out of the darkness they enjoy -
The heart is left devoid
And now I am stranded in a sea of sorrows.
I have become a slave of technology;
Piling up frivolous stories that do not concern me -
Oh the mental slavery!
"None but ourselves can free our minds."
As much as it seems of the slavery I have become,
And the sins I have collected,
I am reminded -
I am a slave of The Most Merciful.
Everything is Beautiful
When you add Him
Into your equation of life and death
For it only reminds you
Of the deception
This world contains.
Turn back now to the right path.
It is never too late
For you and I
To seek His forgiveness.
And tell yourself:
"Indeed, I am what I am: I am Abdullah."
I am a slave of Allah -
I am the slave of The Most Merciful.
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