Each fly you squashed
Did they expect the unexpected?
I am no stronger if not weaker
Immortal I perceive myself
Yet the clock in my heart only counts down
And will stop at any digit
Life is a burning rope
A rope one cannot grip or hold
Death is often said to be life’s mystery
But the mystery is life itself
At 18, I’ve already surpassed the expectancy of millions
Whose ropes were cut short?
Thankful am i? Never Satan whispers.
It may come in disguises, but death is one
In a world where temptations prevail
I question you Allah about my unanswered wishes
But if it weren’t for you, I would not exist
Yet I openly sin
Even as I write this I know
I will come back again blackened with sin
When I suffered I huddled your book
Which lay dormant as I basked carefree not long ago?
Who do I think I’m fooling?
The only fool is I
I’ll promise myself, but I’ll soon let go
As Satan’s whispers would echo
For I have become a slave of desires
Fragile and hollow
Blown away by the sinning breeze
Like the dead autumn leaves
Which would return to bask in your glory
In there season and only there season
Why can I not become a rock?
A steadfast mountain
Life is an ocean which I shall swim its lengths
But with no arms I would always retreat
Now I dishonourably admit
I am the biggest hypocrite
So, do I love you sire
Or do I just fear the fire?
By Taher Adel
06 August 2008