"Ya Allah, possessor of my soul,
The Knower of the secrets of hearts...
When will we meet again? "

I count the days that will be my lifetime,
Walking with intention.
Praying I will be
close to you once again.

Friendships, relationships, dance and weave,
Fade in and out of my lifetime.
These tests will be just like a dream,
No matter now, how real they seem.

"Ya Allah, possessor of my soul,
The Knower of things hidden...
When will we meet again?"

Will I be worthy?
Will I be pure?
This is my worry, this is my fear,
Will I meet You with a heart sincere?

I search for You in all that I do.
Trying to keep my intention true.
But still, it's a struggle against my nafs.

Even though my knowledge seems to grow,
I find the same struggle with my desires.
The purification seems so slow,
To put out those inner fires.

Let the last of my actions,
Be the best of my actions.

And when it's time to meet You again,
Let it be when and only when...
I have tasted the true sweetness of Faith.

When I live by Your Din,
When I establish Your Word,
When I become an Ambassador to the Ambassador,
(Sallullaho Alayhi WaSallam).
Let it be then, walking with intention,
That I take my last breath.

Ya Allah, let me use Your beautiful loan, To race to do good with all I own.
And let me win this dream-like race.
With the beautiful reality of Your Face.

"Ya Allah, possessor of my soul,
The Knower of things hidden...
When will we meet again? "

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