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Last Chance

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  1. My Prayers
    Last Chance got a reaction from Hameedeh for a blog entry, Call upon me, I will answer you   
    Alone, in the dark, a young girl is weeping,
    Not knowing what her heart has always been seeking,
    So, now, to her Lord, she is finally speaking,
    Revealing the secrets she thought she'd been keeping.
     
     
    Her Lord listens to her with indescribable love,
    He watches her raise her weak hands, above.
     
     
    "My Lord, I beg you to enter my heart,
    To you, all my sorrows, I wish to impart,
    This emptiness, I can bear it no more,
    I feel I am drowning and you are my shore."
     
     
    She buries her wet face in the palms of her hands,
    For she knows that He, alone, understands,
    But she wonders if she is worthy of His mercy, so great,
    She wonders if forgiveness and love are her fate.
     
     
    "My Lord, I have neglected my soul,
    I never gave heed to my purpose or goal,
    And now, I need You to set my soul right,
    I have no-one but You in the midst of this night."
     
     
    Tears flow from her eyes like a thunderous river,
    As she awaits the reply from this Generous Giver,
    But He waits and He watches as she continues to cry,
    So she calls desperately into the night sky,
     
     
    "My Lord, You are everything I need,
    Of any happiness, You are the seed,
    I yearn for You to make my heart whole,
    To take Your place, this world previously stole."
     
     
    With nothing more to give, the girl gets to her feet,
    As longing for her Lord fills her every heartbeat.
    She raises her hands, one final time,
    Her soul weighed down by her forgetful crime.
     
     
    "My Lord, You are my only, last hope,
    Without you, I know, I won't be able to cope,
    To feel Your presence, my soul, I can sell,
    All I want is that in my heart, You dwell.
     
     
    My Lord, I want You to open my soul's eyes,
    And to put an end to my grievous cries,
    You said that Your friends feel no sorrow, nor pain,
    So befriend me, God, let this night not pass in vain."
     
     
    As she tires from this begging, her eyes slowly close,
    And she feels that her yearning, now surely, He knows,
    Her Lord looks lovingly at the slumbering youth,
    And knows that her words carried nothing but truth.
     
     
    So He enters her soul and whispers some words,
    Sweeter than the chirping of awakening birds,
     
     
    "...Call upon me; I will answer you," (40: 60)
    And more than this, what else could be true?
  2. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Joshua Bin Medellin for a blog entry, Call upon me, I will answer you   
    Alone, in the dark, a young girl is weeping,
    Not knowing what her heart has always been seeking,
    So, now, to her Lord, she is finally speaking,
    Revealing the secrets she thought she'd been keeping.
     
     
    Her Lord listens to her with indescribable love,
    He watches her raise her weak hands, above.
     
     
    "My Lord, I beg you to enter my heart,
    To you, all my sorrows, I wish to impart,
    This emptiness, I can bear it no more,
    I feel I am drowning and you are my shore."
     
     
    She buries her wet face in the palms of her hands,
    For she knows that He, alone, understands,
    But she wonders if she is worthy of His mercy, so great,
    She wonders if forgiveness and love are her fate.
     
     
    "My Lord, I have neglected my soul,
    I never gave heed to my purpose or goal,
    And now, I need You to set my soul right,
    I have no-one but You in the midst of this night."
     
     
    Tears flow from her eyes like a thunderous river,
    As she awaits the reply from this Generous Giver,
    But He waits and He watches as she continues to cry,
    So she calls desperately into the night sky,
     
     
    "My Lord, You are everything I need,
    Of any happiness, You are the seed,
    I yearn for You to make my heart whole,
    To take Your place, this world previously stole."
     
     
    With nothing more to give, the girl gets to her feet,
    As longing for her Lord fills her every heartbeat.
    She raises her hands, one final time,
    Her soul weighed down by her forgetful crime.
     
     
    "My Lord, You are my only, last hope,
    Without you, I know, I won't be able to cope,
    To feel Your presence, my soul, I can sell,
    All I want is that in my heart, You dwell.
     
     
    My Lord, I want You to open my soul's eyes,
    And to put an end to my grievous cries,
    You said that Your friends feel no sorrow, nor pain,
    So befriend me, God, let this night not pass in vain."
     
     
    As she tires from this begging, her eyes slowly close,
    And she feels that her yearning, now surely, He knows,
    Her Lord looks lovingly at the slumbering youth,
    And knows that her words carried nothing but truth.
     
     
    So He enters her soul and whispers some words,
    Sweeter than the chirping of awakening birds,
     
     
    "...Call upon me; I will answer you," (40: 60)
    And more than this, what else could be true?
  3. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Mohammad313Ali for a blog entry, Call upon me, I will answer you   
    Alone, in the dark, a young girl is weeping,
    Not knowing what her heart has always been seeking,
    So, now, to her Lord, she is finally speaking,
    Revealing the secrets she thought she'd been keeping.
     
     
    Her Lord listens to her with indescribable love,
    He watches her raise her weak hands, above.
     
     
    "My Lord, I beg you to enter my heart,
    To you, all my sorrows, I wish to impart,
    This emptiness, I can bear it no more,
    I feel I am drowning and you are my shore."
     
     
    She buries her wet face in the palms of her hands,
    For she knows that He, alone, understands,
    But she wonders if she is worthy of His mercy, so great,
    She wonders if forgiveness and love are her fate.
     
     
    "My Lord, I have neglected my soul,
    I never gave heed to my purpose or goal,
    And now, I need You to set my soul right,
    I have no-one but You in the midst of this night."
     
     
    Tears flow from her eyes like a thunderous river,
    As she awaits the reply from this Generous Giver,
    But He waits and He watches as she continues to cry,
    So she calls desperately into the night sky,
     
     
    "My Lord, You are everything I need,
    Of any happiness, You are the seed,
    I yearn for You to make my heart whole,
    To take Your place, this world previously stole."
     
     
    With nothing more to give, the girl gets to her feet,
    As longing for her Lord fills her every heartbeat.
    She raises her hands, one final time,
    Her soul weighed down by her forgetful crime.
     
     
    "My Lord, You are my only, last hope,
    Without you, I know, I won't be able to cope,
    To feel Your presence, my soul, I can sell,
    All I want is that in my heart, You dwell.
     
     
    My Lord, I want You to open my soul's eyes,
    And to put an end to my grievous cries,
    You said that Your friends feel no sorrow, nor pain,
    So befriend me, God, let this night not pass in vain."
     
     
    As she tires from this begging, her eyes slowly close,
    And she feels that her yearning, now surely, He knows,
    Her Lord looks lovingly at the slumbering youth,
    And knows that her words carried nothing but truth.
     
     
    So He enters her soul and whispers some words,
    Sweeter than the chirping of awakening birds,
     
     
    "...Call upon me; I will answer you," (40: 60)
    And more than this, what else could be true?
  4. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Abu Nur for a blog entry, Call upon me, I will answer you   
    Alone, in the dark, a young girl is weeping,
    Not knowing what her heart has always been seeking,
    So, now, to her Lord, she is finally speaking,
    Revealing the secrets she thought she'd been keeping.
     
     
    Her Lord listens to her with indescribable love,
    He watches her raise her weak hands, above.
     
     
    "My Lord, I beg you to enter my heart,
    To you, all my sorrows, I wish to impart,
    This emptiness, I can bear it no more,
    I feel I am drowning and you are my shore."
     
     
    She buries her wet face in the palms of her hands,
    For she knows that He, alone, understands,
    But she wonders if she is worthy of His mercy, so great,
    She wonders if forgiveness and love are her fate.
     
     
    "My Lord, I have neglected my soul,
    I never gave heed to my purpose or goal,
    And now, I need You to set my soul right,
    I have no-one but You in the midst of this night."
     
     
    Tears flow from her eyes like a thunderous river,
    As she awaits the reply from this Generous Giver,
    But He waits and He watches as she continues to cry,
    So she calls desperately into the night sky,
     
     
    "My Lord, You are everything I need,
    Of any happiness, You are the seed,
    I yearn for You to make my heart whole,
    To take Your place, this world previously stole."
     
     
    With nothing more to give, the girl gets to her feet,
    As longing for her Lord fills her every heartbeat.
    She raises her hands, one final time,
    Her soul weighed down by her forgetful crime.
     
     
    "My Lord, You are my only, last hope,
    Without you, I know, I won't be able to cope,
    To feel Your presence, my soul, I can sell,
    All I want is that in my heart, You dwell.
     
     
    My Lord, I want You to open my soul's eyes,
    And to put an end to my grievous cries,
    You said that Your friends feel no sorrow, nor pain,
    So befriend me, God, let this night not pass in vain."
     
     
    As she tires from this begging, her eyes slowly close,
    And she feels that her yearning, now surely, He knows,
    Her Lord looks lovingly at the slumbering youth,
    And knows that her words carried nothing but truth.
     
     
    So He enters her soul and whispers some words,
    Sweeter than the chirping of awakening birds,
     
     
    "...Call upon me; I will answer you," (40: 60)
    And more than this, what else could be true?
  5. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Flying_Eagle for a blog entry, Ameeri Ali   
    The poets have written and the scholars have preached,
    Yet the value of Ali no understanding can reach,
    An eternity has passed and another will come,
    The Earth's ink could diminish and al tongues could go numb,
    Yet no heart of his lover is able to rest
    For this love of Ali remains trapped in their chest,
    No words can unlock it and no action can earn
    And through a million books, only a fraction they'd learn.
    What is this mystery that no mind can perceive?
    What lies in the depths of the souls that believe?
    What is the reason that they call us insane,
    When the essence of sanity with his love we gain?
    It is the man that no man understands,
    Save the last messenger to all of these lands,
    The Lion from whom the enemies would flee,
    The servant who would break his bread on his knee,
    The man who would cry out into a well,
    With secrets in his heart and no believer to tell.
    Which man speaks words like pearls from the heaven?
    Which light is this, followed by the other eleven?
    Which prince shares his progeny with a mistress unmatched?
    To which soul and which mind is all truth attached?
    This soul is the hero of Siffeen and Hunayn,
    The nurturing father of the pure Hassanain,
    The generous slave who bows while he gives,
    This is the man whose name always lives,
    Whose enemies' lives are wasted in vain,
    In countless attempts to have this gem slain.
    But what is this rarity that circles my mind?
    Makes me hear nothing and turns my eyes blind,
    So that his words are the only words that I see,
    And a servant of these words all hearts want to be.
    Which man is the line between falsehood and truth?
    Which warrior's courage stood unshaken since youth?
    The soldier who did not need his sword to slay,
    Only his novel of a name he would say,
    "Know that I am Ali" and the enemy inside would die,
    One strike and soon after, "Allahu Akbar" he would cry,
    He, whose shield had shielded his brother,
    A man like whom there has been no other,
    The seal of the Prophets and best of all men,
    …Inseparable now and inseparable then.
    The hero who lifted the gate of Khaybar,
    My master, Ali, my leader, Haidar,
    The half that Our Lady perfectly completed,
    By whose enemies the fires of hell are heated,
    The man who one night sold his soul to his Lord,
    And cried out in victory upon being struck by the sword,
    Sayyidi, Mawlai, Ameeri Ali,
    Ni3mel Ameer wa ni3mel Wali.
  6. My Prayers
    Last Chance got a reaction from Mzwakhe for a blog entry, Call upon me, I will answer you   
    Alone, in the dark, a young girl is weeping,
    Not knowing what her heart has always been seeking,
    So, now, to her Lord, she is finally speaking,
    Revealing the secrets she thought she'd been keeping.
     
     
    Her Lord listens to her with indescribable love,
    He watches her raise her weak hands, above.
     
     
    "My Lord, I beg you to enter my heart,
    To you, all my sorrows, I wish to impart,
    This emptiness, I can bear it no more,
    I feel I am drowning and you are my shore."
     
     
    She buries her wet face in the palms of her hands,
    For she knows that He, alone, understands,
    But she wonders if she is worthy of His mercy, so great,
    She wonders if forgiveness and love are her fate.
     
     
    "My Lord, I have neglected my soul,
    I never gave heed to my purpose or goal,
    And now, I need You to set my soul right,
    I have no-one but You in the midst of this night."
     
     
    Tears flow from her eyes like a thunderous river,
    As she awaits the reply from this Generous Giver,
    But He waits and He watches as she continues to cry,
    So she calls desperately into the night sky,
     
     
    "My Lord, You are everything I need,
    Of any happiness, You are the seed,
    I yearn for You to make my heart whole,
    To take Your place, this world previously stole."
     
     
    With nothing more to give, the girl gets to her feet,
    As longing for her Lord fills her every heartbeat.
    She raises her hands, one final time,
    Her soul weighed down by her forgetful crime.
     
     
    "My Lord, You are my only, last hope,
    Without you, I know, I won't be able to cope,
    To feel Your presence, my soul, I can sell,
    All I want is that in my heart, You dwell.
     
     
    My Lord, I want You to open my soul's eyes,
    And to put an end to my grievous cries,
    You said that Your friends feel no sorrow, nor pain,
    So befriend me, God, let this night not pass in vain."
     
     
    As she tires from this begging, her eyes slowly close,
    And she feels that her yearning, now surely, He knows,
    Her Lord looks lovingly at the slumbering youth,
    And knows that her words carried nothing but truth.
     
     
    So He enters her soul and whispers some words,
    Sweeter than the chirping of awakening birds,
     
     
    "...Call upon me; I will answer you," (40: 60)
    And more than this, what else could be true?
  7. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Aflower for a blog entry, I do not know   
    How I must beg, I do not know,
    Now I've learnt to let these tears flow,
    For I've begged you and with you I've pleaded,
    And maybe your nearness, some others have needed,
    But you know who I am and you know what I need,
    Is it the pain when I feel my heart bleed?
    Tell me how to beg, for I do not know,
    How do I see your golden dome glow?
    My tears have been shed and my soul has felt sorrow,
    And desperation has set for news of tomorrow,
    And disappointments of which I have lost count,
    Aren't these reasons enough? Too small in amount?
    But how I must beg, I do not know,
    So now I beg you to teach me and show.
    To your love, I've submitted, for how can one not?
    And of my life's story, I've made you the plot,
    I've discarded of any beginning or end,
    For I know that my heart, only you can mend,
    But to beg you better, I just don't know how,
    A lifetime's attempts and in shame, I still bow.
    Regarding my worth, I will not speak,
    For in you and your service, my own worth, I seek,
    But tell me what in my pleading is wrong,
    Is the pain in my love for you not strong?
    I will not ask you, from me, what you want,
    For what king can gain from his servant's servant?
    All I ask is, my emptiness you understand,
    My craving to weep on Karbala's sand,
    The heavenly walk, baynol haramayn,
    To shout with the millions, "Labbaika ya Hussain",
    To drown in your love and to die in that state,
    Be worthy of smelling the scent of your gate,
    To look up into your once-red, blue sky,
    And have no sense but to helplessly cry,
    In awe of your beauty and the fact that I'm here,
    In the hope that I might return in a year,
    And the realisation that this isn't a dream,
    Blinded by this love and your dome's golden beam,
    The heat of the sun striking all those in black,
    To walk towards your shrine and never look back,
    Relive your sorrow and make it my own,
    Watch your black flag in the wind, being blown,
    To feel a long-lost peace in my heart,
    Forgetting that from here, we'll all once depart,
    Engrave these memories deep in my soul,
    For my emptiness to fill, making me whole.
    And for the rest of my life, to live on these tears,
    If you'd just end the waiting I've done for these years.
    Allahumma irzoqni ziyaratel Hussein ((عليه السلام).)
  8. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from Aflower for a blog entry, Call upon me, I will answer you   
    Alone, in the dark, a young girl is weeping,
    Not knowing what her heart has always been seeking,
    So, now, to her Lord, she is finally speaking,
    Revealing the secrets she thought she'd been keeping.
     
     
    Her Lord listens to her with indescribable love,
    He watches her raise her weak hands, above.
     
     
    "My Lord, I beg you to enter my heart,
    To you, all my sorrows, I wish to impart,
    This emptiness, I can bear it no more,
    I feel I am drowning and you are my shore."
     
     
    She buries her wet face in the palms of her hands,
    For she knows that He, alone, understands,
    But she wonders if she is worthy of His mercy, so great,
    She wonders if forgiveness and love are her fate.
     
     
    "My Lord, I have neglected my soul,
    I never gave heed to my purpose or goal,
    And now, I need You to set my soul right,
    I have no-one but You in the midst of this night."
     
     
    Tears flow from her eyes like a thunderous river,
    As she awaits the reply from this Generous Giver,
    But He waits and He watches as she continues to cry,
    So she calls desperately into the night sky,
     
     
    "My Lord, You are everything I need,
    Of any happiness, You are the seed,
    I yearn for You to make my heart whole,
    To take Your place, this world previously stole."
     
     
    With nothing more to give, the girl gets to her feet,
    As longing for her Lord fills her every heartbeat.
    She raises her hands, one final time,
    Her soul weighed down by her forgetful crime.
     
     
    "My Lord, You are my only, last hope,
    Without you, I know, I won't be able to cope,
    To feel Your presence, my soul, I can sell,
    All I want is that in my heart, You dwell.
     
     
    My Lord, I want You to open my soul's eyes,
    And to put an end to my grievous cries,
    You said that Your friends feel no sorrow, nor pain,
    So befriend me, God, let this night not pass in vain."
     
     
    As she tires from this begging, her eyes slowly close,
    And she feels that her yearning, now surely, He knows,
    Her Lord looks lovingly at the slumbering youth,
    And knows that her words carried nothing but truth.
     
     
    So He enters her soul and whispers some words,
    Sweeter than the chirping of awakening birds,
     
     
    "...Call upon me; I will answer you," (40: 60)
    And more than this, what else could be true?
  9. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from habib e najjaar for a blog entry, I do not know   
    How I must beg, I do not know,
    Now I've learnt to let these tears flow,
    For I've begged you and with you I've pleaded,
    And maybe your nearness, some others have needed,
    But you know who I am and you know what I need,
    Is it the pain when I feel my heart bleed?
    Tell me how to beg, for I do not know,
    How do I see your golden dome glow?
    My tears have been shed and my soul has felt sorrow,
    And desperation has set for news of tomorrow,
    And disappointments of which I have lost count,
    Aren't these reasons enough? Too small in amount?
    But how I must beg, I do not know,
    So now I beg you to teach me and show.
    To your love, I've submitted, for how can one not?
    And of my life's story, I've made you the plot,
    I've discarded of any beginning or end,
    For I know that my heart, only you can mend,
    But to beg you better, I just don't know how,
    A lifetime's attempts and in shame, I still bow.
    Regarding my worth, I will not speak,
    For in you and your service, my own worth, I seek,
    But tell me what in my pleading is wrong,
    Is the pain in my love for you not strong?
    I will not ask you, from me, what you want,
    For what king can gain from his servant's servant?
    All I ask is, my emptiness you understand,
    My craving to weep on Karbala's sand,
    The heavenly walk, baynol haramayn,
    To shout with the millions, "Labbaika ya Hussain",
    To drown in your love and to die in that state,
    Be worthy of smelling the scent of your gate,
    To look up into your once-red, blue sky,
    And have no sense but to helplessly cry,
    In awe of your beauty and the fact that I'm here,
    In the hope that I might return in a year,
    And the realisation that this isn't a dream,
    Blinded by this love and your dome's golden beam,
    The heat of the sun striking all those in black,
    To walk towards your shrine and never look back,
    Relive your sorrow and make it my own,
    Watch your black flag in the wind, being blown,
    To feel a long-lost peace in my heart,
    Forgetting that from here, we'll all once depart,
    Engrave these memories deep in my soul,
    For my emptiness to fill, making me whole.
    And for the rest of my life, to live on these tears,
    If you'd just end the waiting I've done for these years.
    Allahumma irzoqni ziyaratel Hussein ((عليه السلام).)
  10. Like
    Last Chance got a reaction from habib e najjaar for a blog entry, Call upon me, I will answer you   
    Alone, in the dark, a young girl is weeping,
    Not knowing what her heart has always been seeking,
    So, now, to her Lord, she is finally speaking,
    Revealing the secrets she thought she'd been keeping.
     
     
    Her Lord listens to her with indescribable love,
    He watches her raise her weak hands, above.
     
     
    "My Lord, I beg you to enter my heart,
    To you, all my sorrows, I wish to impart,
    This emptiness, I can bear it no more,
    I feel I am drowning and you are my shore."
     
     
    She buries her wet face in the palms of her hands,
    For she knows that He, alone, understands,
    But she wonders if she is worthy of His mercy, so great,
    She wonders if forgiveness and love are her fate.
     
     
    "My Lord, I have neglected my soul,
    I never gave heed to my purpose or goal,
    And now, I need You to set my soul right,
    I have no-one but You in the midst of this night."
     
     
    Tears flow from her eyes like a thunderous river,
    As she awaits the reply from this Generous Giver,
    But He waits and He watches as she continues to cry,
    So she calls desperately into the night sky,
     
     
    "My Lord, You are everything I need,
    Of any happiness, You are the seed,
    I yearn for You to make my heart whole,
    To take Your place, this world previously stole."
     
     
    With nothing more to give, the girl gets to her feet,
    As longing for her Lord fills her every heartbeat.
    She raises her hands, one final time,
    Her soul weighed down by her forgetful crime.
     
     
    "My Lord, You are my only, last hope,
    Without you, I know, I won't be able to cope,
    To feel Your presence, my soul, I can sell,
    All I want is that in my heart, You dwell.
     
     
    My Lord, I want You to open my soul's eyes,
    And to put an end to my grievous cries,
    You said that Your friends feel no sorrow, nor pain,
    So befriend me, God, let this night not pass in vain."
     
     
    As she tires from this begging, her eyes slowly close,
    And she feels that her yearning, now surely, He knows,
    Her Lord looks lovingly at the slumbering youth,
    And knows that her words carried nothing but truth.
     
     
    So He enters her soul and whispers some words,
    Sweeter than the chirping of awakening birds,
     
     
    "...Call upon me; I will answer you," (40: 60)
    And more than this, what else could be true?
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