You
The Ruler
The Master of Worlds
Allah
Merciful
Compassionate
I praise and pray
Before my I eyes I had a veil
Grave suffering captured in my body
I waited
In the lines of fake believers
I did not get
A painkiller for my soul

I turn to You
For help
Take my sight and sense of hearing
If I sinned
Because I wandered
And trusted non-believers
Believed in truth and lies
You are all-knowing
I kneeled before my people
With my head down I walked everywhere
Warm words I spoke
I gave my heart
Like a mosaic to everyone
I did good deeds
I loved
Though I was never taught how
That’s why I turn to You
Accept my penitence
And this book as a testimony
About those who strayed
People seem to think
The only beauty is in that for which they yearn
Women
Sons
Mounds of money
Gold and silver
Factories
Cars and beautiful horses
And I would rather go to your Jannah gardens
Through which a lovely river runs
There I will be your servant
And write poems
The way You tell me
When you put my heart together like a mosaic
My soul disentangle
Like knots
Intertwined rivers
Oh, sea of pain
I float
And beg you to open your dams
And mercifully
Compassionately
Free me from evil