myreadings: He thought of a game that two could...

He thought of a game that two could play,

Unfortunate loner, a doll of clay,

For some he was a ball of fire,

Hard to feel, little to admire,

Seldom happiness; hard to come by.

How hard could it be to find a friend,

Easy to say, hard to pretend,

‘In this life i will achieve alot’,

Not so able, yet he thought,

Seldom happiness; hard to come by.

Looking at emptiness at the moon he would stare,

No sun with it and no lit glare,

Even the moon without the sun, as simple as this,

Solitude his companion, everlasting bliss,

Seldom happiness; hard to come by.

Little did he know that God would respond,

For everyday of worship there existed a bond,

When people heard of his demise,

He would be resting in sweet paradise.

Seldom happiness hard to come by.

[This is written by my dear brother Zain he’s my favorite cause he helps me reconnect with Allah ta’ala whenever I’m lost. He reminds me that Jannah is under our mother’s feet and when I don’t treat her right, he reminds me that she went through so much pain because of me and she taught me my first word and this should never make me ungrateful to her. I love Zain, he’s so sensitive and he’s a gentleman mashaAllah. Follow him if you want, he’s one in a million mashaAllah <3]