All I hear u do is talk
Never do I see u do the walk
Ever since the start of time
To not follow your path was a crime
I listened but I have never felt you
All that time I doubted you
Because you asked me to do
Wat u were never really into
Why did you do that to me?
You knew I cudnt run, cudnt flea
I wudnt dare to say stop it
Cause when I tried u wud hit
Teaching my mind to obey
The truth you cud never convey
My ideas, my thoughts you wud dismay
For so many years I didn’t dare to voice my opinion
Fearing what if I get what I use to know, ur action
As I grew older, I found Islam, the veil has been lifted
My mind is no longer imprisoned nor surppresed
I just wanted you to know, that I have forgiven you
Through the missery I gained experience, alot of virtue
All these years you did the talking
Oh My Mother I am here to set you free, Lets start walking.
I wrote this poem, but its not about my mother. It's about a lil girl who lives next door, our neighbour. She's 9. The events in the poem are real, except the ending is my dream for the lil girl. Pls make dua for her, shes a lil angel. Tho I I love her so much. I can't do much about her missery. May Allah protect her amiin.
Last edited by Ansariyah; 10-30-2008 at 07:48 PM.
Learn Patience from Asiyah, Loyalty from Khadijah, Sincerity from Aisha and Steadfastness from Fatima.
And as for the onewho fears standing in front of His Lord and restrainsthe soul from impure evil desires and lusts, verily, Paradise will be his abode [79:40-41]
Hey there! Looks like you're enjoying the discussion, but you're not signed up for an account.
When you create an account, we remember exactly what you've read, so you always come right back where you left off. You also get notifications, here and via email, whenever new posts are made. And you can like posts and share your thoughts. Sign Up
lol
The fruits of My Missery
oh:
Hide
Looks like you're enjoying the discussion, but you're not signed up for an account.
Posting Permissions
Bookmarks