Our time’s limited to the end of its nature prime
We have not a goal nor any extra time.
All we do is make fun of one
And with friends_we think that’s fun.
We have not the respect for people we closely know
And we crave for their love in moments of sorrow.
Think upon yourself for a moment
Will they come down to help when you lament?
Then how can you expect Allah to do
But still Allah will do; because He’s the only true.
‘The reason why we feel sad and fuss
Is because Allah is not happy with us.’
The disregard and the disrespect we show
To Him is our return_Do we not know?
And we say happiness is all fun.
Looking within to have found none.
Make Allah happy.
You’ll never feel sorry.
It sometimes makes me happy
And sometimes surprised.
If I die today having done nothing
How will I stand before Allah as prophesied!