Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
O Lord, my heart has come to You, surrendered,
It bears its grief, in fear and pain remembered.
I have no refuge, none but You to find,
So take this heart, submissive and aligned.
From childhood’s dawn, pure nature was my guide,
No scholar’s craft I needed to abide.
For when the heart is honest in its prayer,
It finds Your nearness, sees Your mercy there.
But they have marred the path of our Prophet’s way,
Exchanged the light for wars that burn and slay.
They demonized Islam to guard their throne,
And sold our lands as spoils to call their own.
They trade our blood in markets dark, obscene,
The sword is bought, and tyrants intervene.
And kingdoms, crushing people in despair,
Invoke religion falsely as a snare.
Yet still, the Light of God remains, untamed,
No plots or lies can make His truth ashamed.
Deceit will fade, the face of faith will rise,
And hearts of believers shine beneath the skies.
So when I meet my Lord with heart sincere,
No foe I fear, no hollow words I hear.
I ask for mercy, Lord, to fill my soul,
A secret flame that makes the spirit whole.
