Tell me something to make me smile,
I am sustained fully , the gravity of my indebtedness
Brings this forehead to the ground
And they say 'live a little' how about
A lot, Perhaps I don't want to live on Saturday nights
Perhaps I don't want to live on holidays and wedding nights
Night, nights, nights.
What ever happened to the day ?
Why can't I live when the sun shines , why must I die
Temporarily until the summer break
Momentous milestones come once in a while
Iman highs and iman lows , the instability of our souls
They lie to me with photo-shopped smiles
trying to capture those infrequent not quite happy times
In wooden frames crucified against the walls
If from nine till five you suppress so heinously
The very fibre of your being to the background
Of your desktop, the chair didn't decide its life
So why us with man made goals that cannot define
Happiness, not achieved as we take the back seat
If this is what you call living
Then I grieve ,at the death,
Of hearts diseased
"Your smile for your brother is charity."
Fiqh-us-Sunnah, Volume 3, Number 98
And I did not create the jinn and mankind except to worship Me.
"As for the one who disregards My message, he will have a miserable life, and we resurrect him, on the Day of Resurrection, blind."