Walking down the street,
Passing by hundreds of people;
Never knowing their stories,
We’re merely strangers.
But I can’t help wondering,
About the beauty I see in the diversity.
We’re all so different yet alike,
In our purpose; in this test of life.
Fancy terms and theories invented,
To explain away our existence.
We resulted from a chemical reaction they say,
But to my mind none of it makes any sense.
A girl like me but with her hair let down,
Typing away on her phone,
Brushes past me; mouths a sorry,
And before I know, she’s gone.
Disappeared in the crowd,
The crowd which they say originated from the unknown.
Why can’t they see?
That we’re a part of God’s creation.
One is our mission, one destination.
The roads we travel might be different,
But they will cross at some point in time, and in the end,
We’ll all gather on the same ground for the final Judgment.
Answerable for everything we did,
When we were grateful and didn’t complain.
Also the times when we frowned,
Thought life was boring and mundane.
I stop at the sidewalk,
See a beggar with her children;
Tattered clothes, hands outstretched,
Her eyes telling a story she wouldn’t want to narrate.
So many more similar stories,
Out there, undiscovered.
His Knowledge encompasses everything,
Every small and big deed is being recorded.
Wealth and poverty, Power and authority,
Are a test for mankind.
With patience, prayer and remembrance
The path to success we will find.
The existence of seven billion people,
Isn’t without a purpose.
In order to attain eternal life in Paradise,
All temptation we’ll have to surpass.
One is our mission, one destination .
We must work towards it day and night,
Avoid sin, keep evil thoughts away.
And do only that which is right.
“Blessed is He in Whose Hand is the dominion, and He is Able to do all things.
Who has created death and life, that He may test you which of you is best in deed. And He is the All-Mighty, the Oft-Forgiving;”