Sometimes this life feels like a prison.
I’m stuck in a routine, I’m stuck in a place where sometimes
every breath seems difficult
the future in unknown
Sometimes life feels like a confusing road
I’m stuck in a place where I don’t want to be
My body is here, but my soul yearns to be back home
…back home..with you, Ya Rab
And it’s days like these where I cannot do anything right
where I suck at what I do, where I suck at being your slave
where I suck at being a child, or a sibling
that I yearn, I desperately crave to enter those gates
Because as of now, it’s not guaranteed
And I just want to skip ahead, I just want to step inside
where the houses are made with bricks of gold
where the land is like musk, where we’ll see the trees from our tasbeehs
Ya Rabb, my heart desires it so much,
I’m totally unworthy, but you are full of mercy
Help keep me going because sometimes I get tired
Help me follow the path of your anbiyaa who did so much more, went through much more
At the end of the day, my affairs are all to you
You take me where you please, with Alhamdulillah on my lips,
You are my only source of hope, my only source of peace.
Ar-Rahman, Al-Quddus, As-Salam.
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