Yes it kills me, its shuffles my soul, my tender bones and my muscles creep in pain.
I feel that silently yet loudly.
I see my Islam being forsaken
I see my religion being taken
I see it all Gone and withered
I see you with no soul
I see them all going whispers and chaos
You don't even see the change.
I feel it in my chest
I feel it in my eyes
It hurts, it aches
It is sabotaged
From I don’t pray, to I don’t fast and from he is my prophet to there is no Allah.
What are these transitions? Who has driven them?
You close your eyes so often, that you don't even see your maker?
He doesn’t need your prayers, it’s but you who need it.
It hurts me, it aches
Its leaves me numb
I am not a fundamentalist
I don’t have to be
I am just a Soul
I don’t know who you call " Me"
I don’t know what’s my definition
I just know;
I know am wrong if I don’t pray
I know am wrong if I don’t believe
I know am dead if I don’t feel
Whats sin is sin
You don’t need any method to worship
You just need you and Him
But do you have the will?
Do you know who Allah is anymore?
I wish I pass
And close my eyes in despair of you
Of you all to be awakened
With kind hearts and self-driven souls...