Something we should all consider...

This is really scary. I got this poem in a fwd a couple of days ago and thought that there's something to think about here - for most of us..

I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Muslim duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Allah to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time."

Something we can improve on this Ramadan.

Gaan

I wrote this song for an assignment this year. I have nothing else to post, so...

Why is it so hard?
Why does it sound so absurd?
Why can’t I just apologise,
I know I gotta pay my price…
But every time I try,
I break down and cry,
I get back to square one –
I start all over again.

Maybe there was a time,
When breathing seemed like some crime,
And I lived on my silent dreams…
Maybe there was a time,
When there was nothing so sublime –
So I lived on my silent dreams.
All those days have passed,
Things are good at last;
But I still haven’t got it right…
I know I am to blame,
I have nothing I wanna claim –
‘Cause I still haven’t got it right.

Every night I think –
Tomorrow when I blink,
The past will disappear
And so will my fears.
But why doesn’t it ever?
Why does it hint me to be braver?
I still live by my hope,
But I know I’ll never cope.
It’s just whatever I do
Whatever I hear
Whatever I see
I can’t hold back my tears.
Whatever I want
Whatever I know
Whatever I think
I can’t get up and go.

Maybe there was a time
When breathing seemed like some crime
And I lived on my silent dreams…
Maybe there was a time
When there was nothing so sublime
So I lived on my silent dreams.
All those days have passed
Things are good at last
But I still haven’t got it right
I know I am to blame
I have nothing I wanna claim
‘Cause I still haven’t got it right.

Why is it so hard?
Why does it sound so absurd?
Why can’t I just fix the wrong,
I know I gotta get along
But every time I try,
I break down and cry,
I get back to square one
I start all over again.

Maybe there was a time,
When breathing seemed like some crime,
And I lived on my silent dreams…
Maybe there was a time,
When there was nothing so sublime –
So I lived on my silent dreams.
All those days have passed,
Things are good at last;
But I still haven’t got it right…
I know I am to blame,
I have nothing I wanna claim –
‘Cause I still haven’t got it right.