My heart is dead. My heart is rotten.
Oh, I gave too much time to this world, my Allah (swt) I have forgotten.
I tried to squeeze out happiness from this Dunya, but all I ended up with, is a broken heart.
Oh my heart is dead. Yes, it is rotten.
It’s filled with diseases… that overcame its beauty.
I feel it shrinking as it is becoming a black deep hole.
Yes, my heart I’m describing, you may call me crazy.
But, you’re not aware of a miracle- quite exemplary!
There is a vitamin for a heart that has lost its beauty.
Oh heart… Are you okay? What caused you this misery?
The heart replied in awe. Your sins oh man! Your sins oh son of Adam!
They’re darker than the night. They’re much poisonous than venom.
And the heap you bring in me, Wallahi, I am buried;
Buried in your sins way deep down.
You lied, you backbit, you disobeyed, you envied.
You hated, didn’t love. You danced, didn’t pray.
You listened to music. Wallahi, that destroyed me!
You talked to Na-Mehrem, that made me blind;
there stood a wall in me that would decline any light.
You had no modesty. Your gazes weren’t down.
Your anger was like fire, it burnt all peace in me.
You were disrespectful to your parents. Believe me, that’s when I was doomed!
You spoke ill of others, encouraged their sins. You were selfish and greedy.
You sat in front of that big screen all day. That misshaped me, misguided me, and misplaced me.
You kept earning Haram. You kept eating Haram. How could that ever enlighten me?
You counted your money and restrained from charity.
You thought “money” could bring you happiness only!
You deceived your Lord and no light could ever reach me!
Darkness creeped in till I shrank into a black deep hole.
Oh son of Adam, you’re really such a fool!
You move around with a dead heart, thinking you’re too cool.
Now that you know what caused me to die. Perhaps, I shall tell you, how to make me alive.
Yes it is actually possible! This black deep hole could become an enlightening lantern.
Just keep listening carefully. It’s not at all hard I tell you.
One simple ingredient I long for. One vitamin that has the cure.
Oh son of Adam, “Verily, in the Remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest!” (Ar-Rad 13:28)
I beg you, I do… Just remember Allah (swt)!
Dhikr is the key, the antibiotic to my disease.
Take a doze everyday. Start slow and it will guide you to eternal peace!
Keep your hands busy in worldly necessities. And your heart busy in the Dhikr of Allah (swt).
Believe me, I’ll become a brand new heart.
The darkness will disappear, the holes will fill up, the bruises will heal, I will size-up!
Just remember your Lord, praise Him, love Him. Obey Him, fear Him. Make Him yours!
Because, even after, all the darkness you brought in me, He always loved you. He kept an eye on you in patience, that you shall one day remember Him.
Just ask for forgiveness one single time, and He will forgive you without any complains.
He will make the darkness disappear from me, and light me up in a way you can’t believe.
And trust me, that when I’m healed- you will heal. No power could destroy you, no darkness could reach you, nce you have a healed me.
And if you shall leave me dead again- just crawl back to Him, remember Him.And He shall guide you.