In Debt

Oh Allah! How can I repay thee,

For this blessed life that you’ve given me?

I feel ashamed when I contemplate.

I pray that it hasn’t been too late.

I’m aware my life hangs by a fine thread.

I know the next second I could be dead.

Oh Allah. All I ask for now is mercy.

Cuz I’ve done may wrongs in this life so free.

Your servants feel for you in this special way.

I only had guts to pick a pen today.

I speak for those too who find it a bit hard,

To explain and play the emotional card.

I’ve lived life so long and now I’m eighteen;

An adult by age but not by this deen.

Too many sins for myself to keep track,

Something I really regret when I look back.

I’ll dehydrate myself of my blood, sweat and tears,

To repay for sins I’ve committed all these years,

Cuz I know I’ve wronged in many different ways,

Sometimes doing the good only for the praise.

But now I sit here feeling wasted at my soul,

Understanding that only you can make me whole.

So I ask you to help me and those who feel the same,

To realize this life is much more than a game.

 22nd December 2003