This is Your masterpiece of wonder,
Who at only six years old
Could speak and direct the world,
Be it real or virtual.
You’ve given me prestige and rank
And boundless possible accrual,
Such that my privilege around me curls
And even my bones are made of gold.
I am as grand as the sound of thunder,
But it is You I wish to ponder.
This is Your beautiful creation,
The one You’ve granted the greatest share,
From the weakest to the mightiest,
And the grasses to the trees.
Yet You’ve left for me a guidance
That they know instinctively.
I thought I was the highest,
But how can I compare,
To beings who worship sans cessation,
When I’m a fool at my station
Mistaking right with wrong direction?
This is your Frankenstein.
My pieces vary in their nature,
Faulty intricacies and all.
I have been seeking knowledge
From the beautiful Qur’an.
I did not need to go to college
To attain Heaven’s wherewithal
Because your words hold truth, that I denature
With every movie and valentine,
With every moment I leave behind,
By which my essence is defined.
By which my essence is defined...
This is Your desperate servant,
Your indebted slave and seeker,
Calling for Your Forgiveness,
Upon Your Mercy which gives me being,
Upon Your Compassion which gives me freedom.
Witnessing my struggle in your Bigness,
Will you make my niyyah and path clear?
And will you take me a Muslim, observant?
I’ve left behind my previous way
And hope that I’ve not gone astray.
I sprint to the kingdom of Paradise,
Where I can one day live and stay.
I beg of you,
Is there a place for me with you?
Seeking siraat al-mustaqeem,
Mister Syed Zane Kaleem