I asked why I wasn't rich.
And I saw a man with the wealth of a thousand kings, who was lonely, and had no one to share it with.
I asked why I wasn't beautiful
And I saw a woman more beautiful than any other, who was ugly because of her vanity.
I asked why I have to become old.
And I saw a boy of 16, who lay dead at the scene of a car accident.
I asked why I didn't have a bigger house.
And I saw a family of six, who'd just been evicted from their tiny shack, and were forced to live on the street.
I asked why I had to work.
And I saw a man who couldn't find a decent job, because he'd never learned to read.
I asked why I wasn't more popular.
And I saw a socialite with a thousand friends, who all left the moment the money and parties were no longer there.
I asked why I wasn't smarter.
And I saw a natural born genius, who was serving life in prison for making ill use of his knowledge.
All i hope is for my mums happiness.Shes my light.Shes my dunya.Her tears are my weakness.Her sadness breaks my heart.She is my mirror.A mirror that keeps me alive.Without her am nothing.shes my saaya.How can i leave her.I pray to Allah(swt) to keep me with her forever inshAllah.
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