words of God, words of man

Flipped the pages round of the mighty book.

Looking at his face.

In the words that been written.

For a thousand years.

It was on a shelf.

Covered in dust.

Of forgetfulness and neglect.

To the one almighty one.

I never rested in peace.

When the time comes.

Of dreadfulness.

Elijah came knocking on the door.

“Fear for most of your life fear of man and be lost. Fear for most of life fear of Allah you will know best.”

Lost in a land.

Of no god.

Where sons of tyrants preached to me what to eat and drink.

Lost in the skies.

The planes.

Destruction of the holy land and the words of all might.

When the wind came by, I rose from my bed, and slapped me thighs in desperation.

And I cloaked up I went face up to the sun screaming.

“Will you be near me when I am far gone? Will you be near me when I read the Quran? Will you be near me now, later, on and on?”

An answer came.

Dressed in the flames.

Of the hot sand.

My feet didn’t hurt.

I feared no wolf.

Walked up to the hills.

The wind came by.

I opened the book.

Looking at his face.

This time I read, with the voice in my head unlike many times before.

Then I heard a whisper.

“Behind your back, a past, you may forget this one and build up a pact, you are a servant of God, a servant of Allah, go practice your prayer like there’s no time and live your life like no end is near.”

I fell down face first, in disbelief, at what I heard of him saying that I am forgiven.

How can that be?

The times I lost.

The times I’ve wronged thee, your highest ghost?

I asked for mercy.

I cried in agony.

While the tears cleansed my face and let my feet shine on me a new way.

To the acceptance of the self.

To the purification of the soul.

In the devil’s land.

Land of no man.

Still owned by God.

Till the end comes.

May Jesus return.

And lift my body high up.

With my deeds on a silver platter.

With my knees under my abdomen.

And with my hands covering my eyes.

Just to be around and hear him one time.

Calling me by my name my mother gave me.

Calling me a good serving one.

Calling me a man of a greater merit.

I kissed the land and prayed.

Like there’s no tomorrow.

Like Elijah said.

“Let him be near you, he will be around, even if you left him, in you he will be found.”