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.
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