Part 1
All you ever needed was
One year and a poem
Our toils grow into characters
Insignificant when we find the
Bigger picture was never on the canvas
Our lives stretch beyond us
Our frames not quite blocking out the background
Why is it that the colors of your life find their way into mine
Like poorly washed paint brushes showing
Hints of a long gone artist
Part 2
I have tried to paint words onto your heart
My broad strokes lack finesse
The whitewash of night time prayers
Nothing worthy of a second coat
You bend your head to read
But it is jumbled and upside down
Who is this? You never remember
And I, never remind
Perhaps one day when I'm finished
When the colours have been supplied
Perhaps when this masterpiece has dried
You'll find my name 'I-tried' hidden in the corner
Perhaps when you've tired of
flicking the black ink, that is
Speckling your life
“When a slave (a person) commits a sin (an evil deed) a black dot is dotted on his heart. Then if that person gives up that evil deed (sin), begs Allah to forgive him, and repents, then his heart is cleared (from that heart covering dot); but if he repeats the evil deed (sin), then that covering is increased till his heart is completely covered with it. And this is Ar-Ran that Allah mentioned (in the Quran),
“Nay! but on their hearts is the Ar-Ran (covering of evil deeds and sins) which they used to earn” (83:14)”
At-Tirmidhi, Vol 5 , Hadith No: 3334
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