Abu Sukkar
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They saw the best of me
You saw my countless sins
I grew good at hiding my ills from them but from You I could not hide
You gave me limbs and I disobeyed you with them.
I brought the world into the time when I should have remembered You but never did I bring You into my world.
What will I show? What can I say I have to show You?
Like I child caught in a wrong deed I feel shame
Oh Allah! Don’t ask me! Oh Allah Don’t ask me for I have no excuse.
Maybe they will remember me when I am gone but will they know that you punish for the sins I did by day and then by night.
What part of my life can I point to that will save me?
Oh Allah! If You forsake me then none can save me.
Oh Allah! Do not turn from me for I will be disgraced.
Oh Allah I lived in the drop that we called life. I lived like I would live a long time.
Oh Allah! The hypocrites did not benefit from Your Prophets and I did not benefit from the learned.
Oh Allah! My life in Your hands where it has always been. Turn my life to You and never let me humiliate myself by forgetting You.
Oh Allah! I have no Quran to save me this day.
I was the worst of sons, the worst of brothers and the worst of husbands. You know this of me.
Oh Allah! Will my reward be the pennies of this life for my short sightedness?
I laugh but then I remember my sins and the sadness drowns me
Besiege you with dua I did when I needed You but forgetful was I when it was granted to me.
I cannot think of what will save me
What is it that I can point to that was for Your sake alone?
Will it be me that is told of in the hadiths? The ones for whom punishment is described?
Will it be me?
Am I the one that gave to be praised? Am I the one who sacrificed to be known?
I swam in this spit forsaking rivers of honey and milk.
Your Qadr saved me time and time again
Never did You leave me in darkness without to bring me to the light
If you throw me into the Fire I cannot complain.
You gave and forgave. Who wronged me but me?
Let the Quran wash my heart.
The noble feared when they had no reason, The wretched like me swat away our sins like flies.
Masjids so close to me but yet I fail to see them.
Others stand and cry to you at night but I sleep sound.
On the Days of days I will not be able to show joy at our enemy being punished
On that day I will not rejoice in seeing the face of the Messenger
Like the ignorant I complain to the people but never do I complain to you about myself
This day none will want to stand next to me…
