The Questions

In the name of Allah, Owner of my Heart.

Oft-times when I sit alone,

many things

spin in my head.

My head and heart

are caught in

this turmoil of emotion.

Oft-times when I sat alone,

I wonder:

Have I been an obedient servant

to the Almighty Allah?

Every time,

yes, every time

I sunk my head to the floor

prostrating to the One God,

I wish I could force my eyes

to excrete pure droplets

of real love and fear.

But I guess,

that won't happen

yet

if I

haven't tried hard

enough

to remain steadfast

in purifying my own heart.

Oft-times when I sit alone,

I wonder:

How do people

(who know me)

view me?

Every time,

yes, every time

my beloved

family members

and friends

seek me for helps and advices,

I wouldn't turn them down.

But sometimes,

I just forgotten that

the one needing

helps and advices

the most

is my own self.

Am I living my life

as what Islam has outlined for me?

Have I done things right

following my own principles?

Had I been a good person

to everyone?

Perhaps,

to say this

I'm not too sure myself.

But perhaps.

The answers

are least important.

What more important

is the questions

that kept you

moving forward,

always.

"O Allah! My tongue is tied tight, I know not what to say. The heart is rumbling, I fear it of sins. Thou knoweth best what is in mine heart -- so I beseech Thee, O my Lord! -- keep me on this Straight Path Thou hath let me found, and keep this feelings I have felt in this heart Thou owns'd."