Coming to the realisation, as the people around the world suffer.
As the world watches as we do nothing, just because of the hatred we harbour.
They’re running out of time, just trying to find the exit.
We live in a country less sympathetic, allergic to refugees, pushing for brexit.
Set sail, take heed, offer help. I hear the cries.
We cannot make dua or offer wealth. Did we really try?
Sitting at a distance as we embrace our loved ones but we don’t understand.
Sitting behind the screens while the world just doesn’t give a damn.
The question I ask is,
Are we really awake?
Are we fully conscience of the decisions we make?
Worship our lord, I know we all fall short.
We’re trailed and tested and Allah knows our fate.
But are we doing all we can to help the people, the people suffering.
I fear that it may just be too late.
I learnt that the hard way
Stricken with anxiety
I chase my desires
Dive into a world full of fallacies
I wonder how long I will last
On temporary remedies
Searching for answers within my memories
I fall to my knees
I answer the call to prayer
I so often neglected
The idea of religion being a form of medication
I once rejected
I’m drawn in my time of need
All I have is God
I remind myself everytime I fall
And when it’s time, I answer the call.
There are two types of dreamers
The type who think about the past
Thinking about how they should have lived their life
And the type of who think about the future
Thinking about how they would like to live their life
Both are are as foolish as each other