This is one of my writings, it is original, i promise you that.
I woke up today
Not knowing whether I would see the sun set
I woke up today
Promising myself the Lord I will not forget.
How many people have woken up yesterday….
….with the biggest smile on their face?
How many people woke up yesterday….
….and ended up losing the race?
These people had many plans…great plans,
Futuristic plans, detailed plans
But the plans were all missing something….
A solid guarantee.
So busy is man that he does not take into account one fact.
A fact whereupon the consensus is uniform.
A fact whereupon the pens have been lifted, the pages dried.
The unanimous fact that he is a weak mortal.
Blame him not, for life has been exoticized.
He has been bestowed upon with blessings he can’t count, can’t keep track of.
Distractions are abundant.
He has been made to believe that he owns this Earth and that it is his final abode.
He is so busy chasing it. Chasing life.
Well guess what? You will be so exhausted, and life will win.
You lose and die.
When he has several minutes to spare…he wires himself.
When he has several hours…he sits and stares.
Several days….navigates about aimlessly.
This is what he calls killing time.
When he no longer has free time…routine begins.
Eat, Work, School, Play, Mate, Study and Sleep.
Day-in and day-out.
That is a brief synopsis of his life.
So what distinguishes him from an animal?
Some people are astray…truly in need of guidance.
Some people??! That is injustice.
Let’s say…many people are astray.
They are lost.
To the naked eye they might seem sane.
Don’t be fooled. Looks are deceiving.
Underneath that envious image of “wow!” and “Oh My God!” lies a sea of nothing.
Never judge a person by their exterior shell.
Yes, you may think that they have everything.
They appear to be well-rounded.
But approach one of them and discover the emptiness they feel.
You will be surprised.
Everyday is a struggle.
Either against oneself or others.
It is called Jihad. (No weapons involved…Stop being brainwashed).
They are striving to attain the best of this world.
Fame.Riches.Love.Success.
Good news….they get it all.
Bad news….aka reality…They are not satisfied, and they are void of happiness.
Why? Because the purpose of life has been overlooked.
Do you truly believe that you have been created to just live and die?
And then your children become old and they die too?
What a futile cycle!
Do you honestly think that a creation as complex as the human just happened by mere chance?
Are you the result of a mind-boggling coincidence?
Poor thing! Man is worth pitying indeed.
Doesn’t even have time to stop and think.
Doesn’t have a second to ponder over his very existence.
Think! What a time consuming activity!
Every minute of his time is occupied.
He is running back and forth, to and from….
And his clock is ticking.
The battery may run out soon.
Sooner than he expects.
He is unaware or chooses to ignore it.
Wealth? Check!
Health? Check!
Lack of grey hair? Check!
And those are the factors in which his security is based on.
Accounts are opened for unborn children.
Everyday in the calendar, this year and next, is marked.
From upcoming birthdays, anniversaries, appointments, and exams,
To visits, travels, businesses, dates and meetings.
Each is assigned to a specific day.
He still plans.
As if he will live to see those days.
As if he has a guarantee.
Note that he thinks he will live forever, or until he grows old and fragile.
Just like his forefathers assumed.
Nay! He is mistaken!
His life is like Vancouver weather
Unpredictable!
Tomorrow may be partly cloudy
Perhaps a chance of showers
And even a late afternoon sunny break.
Bottom line is he doesn’t know……..
He says tomorrow as if he is 100% sure.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
Don’t worry; I’ll give it to you tomorrow.
The party is tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Just shutp and think for a minute!
Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?
Adam said he’ll meet me tomorrow and his soul was taken away before tomorrow even came.
Tomorrow betrayed him!
Sarah promised that she would say sorry to her mom…......tomorrow.
Her mother never came home.
Mohammad said he would repent tomorrow.
He didn’t know he would be struck by lightning.
It is too late to lament now. The chance is gone.
This minute will never come by you again.
Did you make a binding pact with “tomorrow”?
Did you pay “tomorrow” so it can always be there for you?
That’s what I thought. Your answer is no. It must be no.
Let’s think of it this way….
Will the sun rise tomorrow….guaranteed?
Yes, it’s been rising since life began, but who knows?
What if it does not? They tell us to be open-minded.
I mean, after all, this is life......
......And shit happens…Guaranteed.
4 comments:
that is one awesome poem. I think it would be so nice reading out-loud...like a spoken word. Perhaps that is how you wrote it?!!
absolutely amazing. and one that must be heeded.
Salam-
Thank you very much!
Yes, its intent was for it to be a read-a-loud:) it sounds much better like that..
Very nice.
The comparison with the Vancouver weather I particularly found exciting!
Thanx Mohamed.
Vancouver weather is quite the weather!
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