What is this feeling of loneliness
amidst a massive population
ready to gush about and serve and check up and bond
what is this emptiness
with everything within my reach
that can fill me more than to the brim
How do I claim I'm busy,
yet find time all the same
to crib, complain or fret
over a future that isn't even promised
What is this underestimation
of any achievement
this unfulfillment,
and desperate craving to have done more?
Do I not realize
that He sees it all?
That His angels are swift to pen,
even the tired smile I may gift while passing by,
to a stranger out of sincere wish to send some comfort?
Or the little ways we are there
even if it's just to mediate someone's support
and help it reach someone in need?
Even if we weren't the supplier, designer or manager
of the project as a whole?
How often do I forget He doesn't operate,
on 'All or none' basis
But rather that He lovingly rewards,
every atom's weight of food we strive to do
and every intention and dream we nurse within our hearts
in search of His pleased face?
Hasn't been a month since Ramadan passed,
yet how susceptible I feel to the devil's whispers!
How easily he pulls me down and lures me in,
tempting me to lose hope in the Rabb of Mercy!
Today is a Friday, my dear self,
what a beautiful blessed day,
to restart the journey and reset the vibe.
Perhaps we can kickstart with the duaas
In the last hour before the sun leaves our sight.
Perhaps we can pray -
For istiqamah, for acceptance, for forgiveness.
Perhaps we can seek -
guidance, direction, faith.
Perhaps we can be there for one another
with constant reminders.
Sure, we feel so lost so often,
But perhaps, all is not yet lost,
for the blessed breath remains
the doors to tawbah still ajar
and His response full of mercy -
just a duaa away!
