Overcome by desires and a tinge of fear, I stand facing the open door; I may enter it and satisfy the heart, But will I exit it I am unsure. One last time I say to myself, After this I will stop and repent; But what if death knocks my door, Before my dua to seek forgiveness is sent? Its a matter of few moments I hear the Satan whispering; Dont delay a second anymore, You shouldnt keep them waiting. I set my foot beyond the door, Suppressing the fear, blinded by Iblees; Soon em lost in delight of my desires, Shattering my Imaan into several piece. But along with the unlawful happiness, I experience an unknown pain; Searching for its source I find, The torch of Taqwa still ignited to catch flame. I look around myself, where I am, I realise to my horror em completely lost; Frantically looking for that single spark, I turn away to find the exit at any cost. Blindly running, I trip and fall down, And the world around turns pitch black; That is when I face Malak Al Maut, I cry out of fear, but there is no turning back! I wake up, startled by my scream, Realizing I am home, to my relief; I raise my hands with tears of gratitude and beg, To protect me from Satan always and strenghten my belief... (Muslimah Indites) Jazakumullahu Khairan
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 12:35:34 +0000
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