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A Life Without Islam

Poetry By: Khano
Poetry



Imagining a life without my Islam.


Submitted:May 8, 2010    Reads: 1,042    Comments: 30    Likes: 8   


A Life Without Islam

As I watch the youth dancing away their nights in a bar.

I watch with a sense of gratefulness from afar.

They're drunken and wild.

Whilst my mood is calm and mild.

They're rude and cheap.

Whilst my happiness and modesty I keep.

Their day is filled with none.

Whilst at certain times I make phone-calls to the One.

I cannot imagine a life without my peaceful prayers.

Unlike those out there that are blatant betrayers.

I cannot imagine losing the connection.

The beauty and the concentration.

I cannot imagine not reciting the pure pages of our book.

How would I find answers? Where would I look?

When the world casts me out and I want to just read.

Who would look out for me? Help me at my moments of need?

Where would I belong? Who would I be?

Never a muslim, the perfect person for me?

I cannot imagine a life without my Islam.

I cannot understand how others do not come rushing towards it's warm.

I cannot imagine a life without it's simplicity.

It's guide lines, it's vast reward, it's awesome lovability.

I cannot imagine a life without knowing the one man.

Whom I am his number one fan.

Imagine not knowing Muhammad, his crazy, amazing life.

His parents and his friends, his each and every wife.

The humor and the sweetness, the excitement of his travel.

The many things he answered, the secrets he unravelled.

Imagine not following his life, the many types of love.

The romance in his story, that warmed his life like stove.

Imagine at night, not being able to imagine.

That I'm walking towards Allah, on my face an enormous grin.

Imagine not imagining Allah smiling down at me.

And telling me with his beautiful voice that I am completely free.

Imagine not picturing the love for myself that Allah showers.

The gardens he bestows, filled with streams and vibrant flowers.

I'm so thankful and filled with gratefulness.

That Allah willed me to be in the religion of total bliss.

Which comes with tests.

But nothing too hard than the rest.

I don't know how to express it, the amount of my adoration.

Never mind, nobody would understand, only I know my own affection

I enjoy and look forward to improving and striving.

Certainly a life without Islam, is no life worth living.





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