Every time these eyes dared to dream
This mind yearned so earnestly
And I am caught in my own intoxication
Willingly falling backwards, jumping upwards
Searching inwards of this dusty head
Isn't it true, we've locked so much away
Woe to us too afraid , to afraid to dream
Why can't I change the world with limbs
Just the same of heroes of that bygone age
Great people are born within the chest
They are born of hearts that breathe
Of blood that pumps of minds that are free
And our biographies are written
We are the living characters of our own books
And we are fools to think we can't
We can never because our bodies are worthless
Commodities but our lives are exchanged
For greatness unseen to these eyes
And my prayers you ask , they are broken
By myself , too afraid to verbalize
And ask of God the things I cannot give myself
I have realized that my dreams are probably too big for my boots but then who needs shoes any way. Give me an empty mosque with someone to recite Quran, somewhere cosy and quiet to pray and leave those restrictive shoes on the rack outside as I find myself again in far better places.
Verily, Allah has purchased of the believers their lives and their properties for (the price) that theirs shall be the Paradise.
(9:111)
"When my servants ask you concerning me, (tell them) I am indeed close (to them). I listen to the prayer of every suppliant when he calls on me."
2:186
"Give me an empty mosque with someone to recite Quran, somewhere cosy and quiet to pray and leave those restrictive shoes on the rack outside as I find myself again in far better places."
ReplyDeleteAgreed. When I'm praying or reading Quran, it's like I don't even belong to this world anymore, like for a little while everything falls into place and nothing is wrong. Like I've been given the honor of holding a piece of paradise from so far away.
I think to myself that if people knew the joy of the remembrance of God, the pubs would be empty. As funny as it sounds, I can't help but believe it to be true. And this joy is real, everlasting. How fortunate we are to know it.