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In the Name of God بسم الله

Falling Rock

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A fuel of the fire,

A fallen rock

From the high cliff

He fell, while the winds were yet blowing

So who is more wretched

Then the one who refused to accept His favor?

Who should be more rejected, then who while yet drinking from fountain

chose the idol,

who spat in pure hate,

while in the glorious court,

Chose to be the darkness

the overwhelming calamity

the dark night

away from the city, the city of safety,

when the legs were yet shaking

The holy princes lent their hand,

to save a life

but a voice was heard,

'You lack the patience to serve Me'

He dispaired, He ran away,

He fell in fear, his heart hardened

The lightening shined till the hell was seen

His enemy smiled, he called his army

Made sure the path to his destruction

The branches of Zaqoom pearcing his soul

Without moving the tongue, he prayed

his hope, only a atom

his dread the universe

He is ashamed, speechless

Till he found rest in his enemy

The fruits of deception cooled his overwhelming dread,

The glitters of the nothingness, dried the ocean of grief

Back to the heedless walking

He walks forgeting

As if nothing occured

He had forgotten his crime

Satisfied with a fake repentance

Went back to the storm

Back to the world of parables

away from the kingdom of Holy

The Light, the Generous

To build,

So he built a spider house

ready to broken, and destroyed

He sold the everlasting

to the evernothing

He remembers, in grief,

a question of an old man,

a wretched old man

Can God create a Rock, which He has no control of?

He thought he knew, back then

It was God has control over all things,

The kid answered, smilling

but now he knows, thats the not what the old man meant

The old man had read the Quran many times

He told the kid inshallah one day you will understand

Now he broken soul wants to know,

before his time is up, before his destruction is irreversable

do not dispair he reads

we will make taste the lesser punishment before the greater one so that they may return

He hopes, the door of repentance is yet open

So he stands, equiped with treasures of Auli-Yaseen (pbuh)

He recites, and recites again

water is not gushing out!

water is not gushing out!

the rock is yet a rock

Solid, hard, and falling

dispair once again gaining the upper hand,

dispair glooms his face

am I unbreakable?

A fallen rock, A broken soul, once again wants to know :cry:

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A fuel of the fire,

A fallen rock

From the high cliff

He fell, while the winds were yet blowing

So who is more wretched

Then the one who refused to accept His favor?

Who should be more rejected, then who while yet drinking from fountain

chose the idol, 

who spat in pure hate,

while in the glorious court,

Chose to be the darkness

the overwhelming calamity

the dark night

away from the city, the city of safety,

when the legs were yet shaking

The holy princes lent their hand,

to save a life

but a voice was heard,

'You lack the patience to serve Me'

He dispaired, He ran away,

He fell in fear, his heart hardened

The lightening shined till the hell was seen

His enemy smiled, he called his army

Made sure the path to his destruction

The branches of Zaqoom pearcing his soul

Without moving the tongue, he prayed

his hope, only a atom

his dread the universe

He is ashamed, speechless

Till he found rest in his enemy

The fruits of deception cooled his overwhelming dread,

The glitters of the nothingness, dried the ocean of grief

Back to the heedless walking

He walks forgeting

As if nothing occured

He had forgotten his crime

Satisfied with a fake repentance

Went back to the storm

Back to the world of parables

away from the kingdom of Holy

The Light, the Generous

To build,

So he built a spider house

ready to broken, and destroyed

He sold the everlasting

to the evernothing

He remembers, in grief,

a question of an old man,

a wretched old man

Can God create a Rock, which He has no control of?

He thought he knew, back then

It was God has control over all things,

The kid answered, smilling

but now he knows, thats the not what the old man meant

The old man had read the Quran many times

He told the kid inshallah one day you will understand

Now he broken soul wants to know,

before his time is up, before his destruction is irreversable

do not dispair he reads

we will make taste the lesser punishment before the greater one so that they may return

He hopes, the door of repentance is yet open

So he stands, equiped with treasures of Auli-Yaseen  (pbuh)

He recites, and recites again

water  is not gushing out!

water is not gushing out!

the rock is yet a rock

Solid, hard, and falling

dispair once again gaining the upper hand,

dispair glooms his face

am I unbreakable?

A fallen rock, A broken soul, once again wants to know  :cry:

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Asalaamu alaikum,

This is one of the most touching poems i have read in such along time....thank you for sharing it with all of us. may we all think about the underlying message he is trying to relay to us in his poem inshallah. alhumdulilah!!! please continue to share your poems with us as often as possible :)

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