Submitted by : Ahqib786 on Think

Through the day to day trials,

My heart begins to harden,

I become separated, meaningless,
so much so I forget my own self.

As the time of remembrance approaches,
Hope hits my soul,

I remember You and light pours fourth into my heart, enlightening my being.

I make much Dhikr and Shukr of the things You've blessed me with.

I pray that on the last day I receive my book of deeds in my right.

Take the hands of my loved ones and with Your permission enter the garden and live reality.