There was always a part of me
That was locked up, afraid
To let go, fly free
That couldn’t face the truth
That covered it up, ashamed
To realize, to see
There was always this desire
That pushed me to achieve, striving
To succeed, aspire
That’d scream, eyes shut, no sound
That’d die a little,
Each time I’d stop, tire
There was always that voice
That’d criticize, louder
Each time I’d trip, sans choice
That’d kick when down, harder
That loved to see pain, when
I’d fall, would rejoice
There was always this rebel
That’d kick and shout, unafraid
To turn up dust, yell
That’d ignore what was obvious
Lame to the consequence, ignorant
As can be, destined to HeLL
There was always that love
That’d give in, forgive
Look to the future, above
That’d dream of the moon and stars
That’d see life, cry at
Each marvel, a creature, a bird, a dove
There was always this slave in me
That truly believed, really
Engulfed in His truth, extremely
Desperate to make it, freely
Practicing His will, unbelievably
I put it on, the Hijab, Finally
Honestly, subhaanAllaah. I just landed on your page when i googled something about the Qadr of Allaah; but i love this poem, girl! Im in total awe.