Are we those who give all power to dust?
Are we the ones who put all hope in the hands of mortals.
Our dream do we lay at the feet of clay?
If the King and the Pauper die at the same time and their
souls leave their bodies;
will the king’s flesh rot with the smell of roses while the
pauper’s flesh would stink like rancid meat?
My hope, my life I give to the one who knows all and place
my trust in His never tiring Hands.
I don’t empower men with my aspiration when Allah is the One
who holds everything.
June 17, 2008
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