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Humbled By Your Favours To begin my day, without your praise To watch the breaking of dawn, in admiral gaze Lending ears to the whispers sung in your love By birds, trees, oceans and sky above And yet, if my lips don’t move To whisper your hamd, and your name Then, My Lord Your undeserving servant is all to be blamed. How simple is it to recall Those few moments I fell to the ground When the world seemed armed, all against me, When I felt abandoned, unloved, uncared and weary. How unforgiving it is then, To not remember how much you helped me. You helped me get back on feet, To become a “momin” so strong enough to meet Challenges of this world Through waves of happiness That filled me with life. How gracious my Lord! The treasures you’ve gifted me The ink of my pen, humbled before your praise The papers, my writing, my verses and phrase Cannot find place Worthy to hold your precious name. And here I dig through memories, How little have I thanked you? How generously you’ve given me! Lord, what can I offer in return? If I praised you, from the day I was born up until today, It wouldn’t be enough. It cannot ever be enough. All I can do, Is dedicate every minute of my coming life In glorifying your supremacy By shaming my satan dwelling within me. It dies with every good I do, It weakens with every rakah of prayer I offer It mourns, the birth of purity It leaves, when I celebrate becoming like Hurr Freed with honor, to become your true servant. My Lord, Eyes fill with tears, As I read verses of Rahman, “And then, which of your Lord’s favours can you deny?” Head bowed in humbleness, As my lips read your hamd Silently Silently Amid sobs and tears