by Zain Bhikha
(the story of Prophet Yusuf)
When he was placed in the wellor locked in the dungeonbetrayed by his own flesh and bloodconvicted of what he did nothandsome Yusuf sighedAllah is enough for me!
Taken in as a slavemade to work night and dayresisting all temptationAllah is enough for me!
Until the king had a dreamMany hard years had gone bypatience and repentanceAllah is enough for me!
Till...the fortunate daythere he sees his fatherin the land of contentAllah is enough for me!Handsome Yusuf criedAllah is enough for me!
Every night brings a new dayAllah alleviates all painEverything has its endAllah is enough for me!Everything has its endAllah is enough for me!Allah is enough for me!
I have 1001 stories that no one knows of me. Not my family, not my friends, sometimes not even me! Times like this, I just can't open up to anyone for the fear of being judged. And I'll say, "Allah is enough for me".
It's a stage where everything I do, feels so out of place. Everything hurts, and the pain is unbelievably new. I had to keep on telling myself that, "Allah is enough for me" but things are far more complicated than what I thought they were.
It's conflicting my attitude. My behavior. My thinking.
Where did I go wrong?
I need to run away from this confusion and get back to the REAL reality. Am I ready? Am I actually prepared if I were to leave tomorrow?
And what if I wake up in the morning, only with what I thanked Allah of what I have today?
"Allah is enough or me".
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