Be patient, they tell me, when they don't even know
How much I'm failing in this life, as much as I'd like to grow.
People are hurting because of me, and that makes me hurt even more,
I don't want to be the instigator, but it's them who shut the door.
 
And then they tell me I'm too stupid to change?
Then why do I feel like I'm the one who's strange?
I let them get to me, spit on me, and slap me in the face,
When they don't care about me or even consider my case.
 
So what do I do when my heart is burning with pain,
And when I get so depressed I feel like I'm going insane?
There's no one at this point that makes me want to smile,
Not my family or friends, not even for a little while.
 
And I feel my heart breaking, slowly so I can be tortured,
And my mind and soul are so far from being nurtured.
And I feel like there's nothing more to do but give in
To the pain, and forget happiness, and fall into sin.
 
'Cause at that point I feel like "that's it, I've had enough."
It's as simple as, "I'm so weak, and life is so tough."
But just when I feel like "it's all gone",
I remember there's one precious reason left to go on:
 
Islam and the Qur'aan, which after ALL this, actually makes me feel better!
Well is that a surprise, when to Allah belongs its every single letter?
There is nothing like it, it puts tears of love in my eyes,
After all the negativity I felt, my faith is raised up to the skies.
 
Then it's like, "five minutes ago I must have lost my sight",
And those who were telling me to be patient, were actually right,
'Cause they were giving me advice as true muslimeen
I should've remembered.....innallaha ma'as sabireen*
 
*Verily, Allah is with the patient.

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