I need to hold my hands up high
We take life for granted
So we soon forget the Al-mighty recognizes the pain in us
He only Tests us and we must not forget how we came into this world
Wholesome and pure and that we should always work hard to refrain from the temptations of this world
We soon only become a name on a piece of stone in a wooden box underground
People miss you and some don't forget you, but they move on and live without you
I hold my hands up high together, open and fingers are slightly closed, i beg him and i plead him to make life easy
I repent sincerely while i am on the floor in sadja, i make dua in my prostration, i do it in the morning and at night
I talk to him every chance i have in my heart
Nobody hears me like HIM
NOBODY
In our prayer we recite sami Allahu liman Hamida (Allah hears whomever as praised Him)
Yet i feel the only person proud of me the most is Allah
People are proud because of who i am YET THEY DO NOT see why i became this way
My father who is resting in peace was so pious and inspired by Allah and so is my mother who is still here
Just listen to your words and feel his presence in your heart let the melody shine
Let the harmony clear your airwaves and the heat melt your stress away
Just talk to HIM
TELL HIM just like me
He knows my life better than me and i tell him all my secrets and ask Him to forgive my sins and mistakes