I call it My Religion"

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...