Weak and frail we are made
Withered with the slightest gale
Lost in an fruitless debate
Participate in a useless race
This world is not our place
We came here for a reason
And live our lives in ignorance
The Creator we all forget
In whose hands lie our fate
Our lord is merciful and kind
Helps us despite our sins
Showers us with love and blessings
To him we turn in despair
In his benevolence is the essence
Of our survival and sustenance
In his realm we seek protection
Provides for all and leaves none
Have faith in Allah for he forgives
Forgets and not only that
Gives a clean slate to start anew
Fresh and pure as the day we were born.
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