You have shaped me into something
I never wanted to be

but that's okay,
I can't blame you

Every day we try to stay
Not to stray from this path we follow
But someone dear died today
And someone else would die tomorrow
That someone; might be me
That someone could be you
It might be the person reading this
Or that buddy standing next to you
It might be someone in my fam
Or someone in yours
You might; on your way to the farm
Or maybe on your way to the mosque
You might; while driving in your car
Or pro’ly while drinking in the bar
Infact! Keep calm, stay gently on your bed
Death will still find you there
Your soul to another atmosphere
Where you will forever dine
Waiting for that day to come
The day we’ll all be judged
For what we did and what we see
For what we hear and what we think
Do something with your life
Or the devil will do something to you
You know Allah; but you don’t obey him
You know paradise; but you don’t seek it
You heard his words; but you don’t heed it
You know there’s hell; yet you don’t think real
You see a tunnel of fire opened by the devil; yet you don’t quench it
You know that there’s death and you don’t prepare for it
You buried the dead and you don’t learn from it
You’re busy talking about other people’s fault
Yet you ignore yours
In hard times; you scream ‘Ya’Allah’
When you’re relieved; you forgot your Lord
Do something now; man; before you fade
Remember, you can’t rewind once you are in grave
You are to live for your Lord
Not this world
Do something now; there’s no halftime
Be reminded; there’s hereafter

I realize I'm not something to everyone but it hurts not to be everything to someone.

Sometimes I feel nothing

Nothing to give, nothing to take

Nothing to love, nothing to hate

N O T H I N G

Nothing, can be big and ugly

And it makes you feel small

It never talks, just stares

It fills the quiet air with dullness

Nothing, can paint the sky gray

And hide the sun forever,

Nothing is the same

when it shows up at your doorstep,

Always comes uninvited

And stays as long as it wants,

I want to have the power to kick it out

But nothing comes out of my mouth

Nothing stays

I feel nothing,

Then suddenly something opens my window

The sun is tiptoeing in my room

S O M E T H I N G

is here!

And nothing is gone:)