We owe it to ourselves to ensure we pursue that which is right,
To seek happiness in the best of ways,
And to know,
No matter our situation,
It's okay to get it wrong;
That's the only way lessons can be learnt.






Then we find ourselves at that place again,
Familiar grounds,
Filled with familiar emotions.
How life takes us full circle,
In order to teach us lessons we seek,
Or seize opportunities that we narrowly missed.
And so, we find ourselves at that place again,
Facing past sorrows,
This time, with a desire to rise higher,
Leaving no place for regret.






When life is accompanied with beautiful souls,
Present at times of sadness and joy.
The burdens of life,
They become suddenly easier,
And less painful to bear.
The beautiful souls are a mercy from the Most Merciful;
Generous gifts,
Reminders of His Love.







Much is lost in this worldly life,
It remains an empty place,
Filled with sadness and pain.
Each of us lays our future plans.
Hopes of much joy ahead.
It seems to be we get lost in the blur;
This life was never meant to follow our plan.
So we walk each day,
With hope and prayer;
Aspiring to gain all that our heart's desire,
With the single hope -
It brings us closer to You, Ya Rabb.




How we look on to others' paths,
Assuming their conditions are disdainful.
How we assume the worst
Of those who sincerely are owed our respect.
We look at a soul,
Thinking we know what lies within their depths.
Truth be told,
We are without the right to judge.
Time would be better spent,
Being more mindful of our broken selves.






There are those souls
Who give pieces of themselves to protect others.
It is these souls that are so easily dismissed,
Forgotten and neglected,
Thrown aside as though never existent.
But it comes to be,
When those they protected, walk down their road of life,
Suddenly feeling the absence of such precious souls,
When they look deep within themselves,
They find the fragments of those precious souls,
With which they were once so completely protected.






Every soul is filled with goodness,
But each soul has the potential to err.
With those whispers of shaytaan,
That cause stirrings from deep within,
Rising slowly to the surface,
Only to find ourselves suddenly
At a place so unknown.
"This was not I!"
"I never meant for this to be"
And remorse is all that is left,
Coupled with repentance,
When faced with our realities.
Weak.
Human.
In desperate need of His Mercy.


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