My Muslim Poem, to Muslim's Ink:
It had all been for You,
My one and only love.
I have to admit, I was never a good child too.
I used to yell and talk back to my parents even though I knew You were watching from above.
I never knew how much they sacrificed for me.
And I pushed it all away, angrily.
They were always patient, loving and kind.
Trying to explain to me Your words, Your din, Your peace of mind.
So I always sat in my room, frustrated, tired of trying to figured out what to do.
When I realized how wrong I was, and my love for You grew.
I listened to my parents, and realized they were right.
Then wept at all the time I had wasted yelling every night.
I tried to become someone that would make You happy,
I followed my din, my taqwa, my iman.
I knew it was all from Your commands.
So, as I peruse over my long struggle for the truth,
I realize the wrongness of my words and my youth.
I ask for forgiveness, but then cry silent tears.
For how merciful You are, you most certainly abate my fears.
You never led me astray, you took me to the right path.
Oh, Allah, my dearest love, and my ultimate guardian.
~WizJewel123
