Call upon Him....

I stood rooted to the ground like a lonely scarecrow,

Drowned in the darkness of my own shadow.

Depressed, dejected and wretched I was,

Ashamed by the pile of my countless flaws,

With pure misery and despair wrapped around me,

I knew it was the punishment from God from which I cannot flee,

With hatred and disgust I was looked upon,

Oh! How I wished I was never born.

"Just get over it" I wished they said,

But I knew that living with it day by day

Would just make it a memory that won't fade away!

Piece by piece I was tearing apart,

As weakness and regret enclosed my blackened heart.

In midst of this hopeless state,

Where I was drenched in self-hate,

My eyes fell upon a passage from THE BOOK,

Which I guarantee could have changed even the worst crook.

‘.Call on me; I will respond to you.’

So short, yet so precise,
So profound, yet so concise.

With no hesitation I fell upon the ground and prostrated,
Wallahi, from then I started witnessing things that I least awaited!
Trust me, I absolutely had no clue,
But as time flew,
My Imaan just grew.

Surely, If not for The Most Forgiving  Him,

My life would have still remained buried under the grime,

So If you are in a situation where I was in,

And have no idea where to begin,

My advice to you is "Prostrate"

For it is never too late,

Falling into err is an unavoidable trait,

So call onto Him, as He is the only one who can change your fate.