I got this from Q’s blog. Which she got it from somewhere.
It is really a nice,moving poem for those who actually seeking for True Friendship.
There’s actually no one for us to trust in the world except for Him. Only to Him we can turn to. And only to Him we can get the wonderful moments.
Read through. And you will know what I feel.
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TRUE FRIENDSHIP
by Dena Al Atassi
Outside, one sunny, college day
I looked up to the sky
“Will you be my friend?” I asked
Between my Lord and I
“I’m having problems with your slaves;
They violate Your Path.
I’ve been trying to stay away
What may incur Your Wrath.
“The thing is, Lord, I really don’t
Mean to judge at all.
But I’m just staggered by what they do–
I’m afraid, through them, I’ll fall.
“How can I possibly improve myself
When all I have are these
‘Friends’ who really only want
To laugh, and play, and tease?”
During my self pity I
Suppressed a voice inside
Suddenly, I fell silent and
Was told of my own pride.
I heard a voice within me call,
“Oh slave of God Above!
Did your Lord not demand from you
To treat others with love?
“Your Prophet, peace upon him, taught
That to division will fall prey
The one who stands up for their faith
Towards the Final Day!”
I heard an angel whisper then,
“Daughter of Adam, don’t encroach
Knowledge on others because
It’s about how you approach!
“Instead of critiquing them
You should notice inside of you
A weakness–a failure to coexist
While still practicing what’s true
“Don’t look down upon your siblings in faith
Because they probably are
Further along then you regarding
The lives they’ve lived so far
So before you decide to shun someone
Ask yourself, ’Am I
Going to regret their not
Praying on me when I die?’”
“Can I change what I’ve done so far?!”
I pleaded in silent shame.
“I never intended to hurt anyone
I have only me to blame!
“You promised, God, to answer me
When upon you I do call;
So please, help me tear down this
Horrible, self-built wall!”
The angel’s voice replied to me,
“God answers; *you* must hear!
Listen to these Believers
And demonstrate you find them dear!”
I vowed that day to try my best
To find a painful cure
To rid myself of hypocrisy
To, amidst other slaves, be pure.
And strangely, I felt doors open
Showing me my wrong
All slaves of God will return to Him
And to Him we do belong!
Nice? Definitely.
Thanks Q for sharing this poem and thanks to the writer who produced such a beautiful poem.
Believe Him, and you will always be at your glorious moment. Insya-Allah.
Lots of Love,
Syd xx
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