Rivers run,
and I let them take me with them
to the ocean. 

 Poets write,
and I follow their thoughts,
for they know the way out of the darkness.

Flowers bloom,
and I sigh along, escaping for a second
 the cold hands of death.

The stars shine; they offer their light as a warm shelter
for my frightened eyes. 

Painters paint, and my invisible hands are holding 
an invisible chisel.
Only the colours can tell our
stories.

Birds fly,
and I am holding on to their
feathers; they lose them sometimes, but never on purpose. 
 
Death takes,
and I don't try to stop her from taking,
for she turns back the hands of time. And it means
my salvation.

To Allah on the ground,
When HE is above us.
To show our highest level of
humility and glorify HIS existence.
We prostrate using seven bones,
The forehead  nose, both hands, knees and the toes.
As you prostrate there is no one between you and Allah,
And for every prostration a sin is forgiven.
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And regrets face you on the death bed.
"I wish I had.......
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You stop breathing and moving
But life continues as your soul transcends to the Hereafter.
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This earth is an examination hall,
Where Allah gives you tests and trials everyday for you to pass.
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