Submitted by : mbilalm on Strugle

I remember in my childhood,
No hypocrisy neither anger,
As I uttered my first word
I started counting the weight on my shoulder
Often fighting for the cure of my heart.

It was confusing from every angles,
but very simple to see,
I knew I could be anything I wanted to be,
I didn't know what to do, I just had to do
I chased my dreams against my nightmares
Constantly being tested as I was unable to be free,

I have learned Allah's decree,
the good and bad attached to me,
Even if I don't do anything,
How if I get caught by the angel of death,
While relaxing at home to watch free view,
I saw guns, drugs, womanisers, thugs and thieves but I always wanted the truth...

I've seen my own evil,
well, I thought nobody was looking,
Days of ignorance,
I had riches, desires and wishes,
I made stories of gangs and violence
As my heart was empty and my mind was congested,

the cure of the heart is an unique sensation,
in reality, I was searching for God,
and God gave me my sight and God showed me the light,
I have trials and tribulations,
but wisdom and benefits,
I decided to follow the message of mercy,

The submission of Allah's creations
I was traveling searching for guidance
between staying behind or continuing my journey,
It was a lesson from my own mistakes,
I am unable to be free,
My will power dares to struggle with my habits.

I disbelieve in all false gods except God,
I beseech Allah, the Lord of the Magnificent Throne,
I contemplate about my ultimate achievement,
The day whereon neither wealth nor sons,
Nothing will avail,
except him who brings to God a clean heart.