Waking up in the morning morning, gotta make my prayer,
Am I really gonna make it, make it, when there is no one there...
Making trips to the Masjid, Masjid, even when its tough,
Am I going for the sake of Allah, am I showing off.
Gonna get me the knowledge, knowledge, gonna study Islam...
Am I going just to build my ego, so they call me the Man...
Does it matter if the people respect me, when its not for Allah.
When I know anytime he can take me, without one real dua.
Does it matter if they say I'm a big shot,
when I get no reward for my deeds,
And I'm dragged on the day of Resurrection,
Cause of the folks that I wanted to please.
Plus I know that Allah has the power,
To raise me up in their eyes if it need be.
So I should always make my intentions, for my Lord, Allah completely
Are my Intentions, alright, am I doing for Allah,
When I am looking deep deep down inside, do I have the right niyyah.
Wearing thoubs with a kufi, kufi,
Miswaks leather socks like the old days.
Am I trying to follow the Prophet, or am I seeking praise,
Giving talks on Islam to people, I be quoting hadith and Qur'an,
Is it really so they like how I'm speaking, and they say I'm the bomb.
Donating to Islamic centers, giving money so the deen can grow,
Am I giving for the sake of Allah, Or is it for show..
Many times I have found my intentions,
Are not what I want them to be,
I know I start on the right direction,
But shatan starts talking to me,
And I forget that without my niyyah, I'm just wasting my time,
My Intentions cannot bring the reward, when they're out of line.
So I pray to Allah to help me, to do everything for him only,
Doesn't matter if the people despise me,
Cause with Allah can never be lonely.
Yah Allah, accept this niyyah,
Coming from young Muslims striving to be belivers.
So on the day, our deeds you'll measure. Know we only did this strictly for your pleasure, Your pleasure,
your mercy your ajur, your jannah, forever and ever and ever.
And reward us for those who listen.
Heeded to the message, changing their condition.
And know that everything up until this point I ever written,
I submit as my repentance.
And if its blessings your sending my way,
I beg you hold them to the judgement day
so maybe in jannah you can look back and say...it was a lovely day, a lovely, a lovely day, yes a lovely day
Are my Intentions, alright, am I doing for Allah,
When I am looking deep deep down inside, do I have the right niyyah.
2 comments:
Saroo: Hi! I'm in a real SOS situation. Extremely distressed. My family -- there's tremendous pressure -- relentless badgering to get married -- most of 'em have ganged up against me -- and there's this sort of Pressure Group! And, since my mother passed away -- they think that this is their moral responsibility -- I'm the youngest in the family -- remember? Emotional blackmail and all that -- you know -- typical 'modus operandi' -- I kept thwarting 'em -- but Dad is old -- and he's literally resigned . . . . -- and that's unbearable -- I can't brush 'em off -- or dillydally anymore --
I wanted to marry an immigrant American girl. But I didn't find a 'suitable' girl. Then I "met" you. And, since then I stopped looking.
Had told 'em about you -- and we're going to meet at the mall -- remember? But that's stalemated.
Now my stance is something like this: I'll try die-hard to marry Sara. Otherwise -- I'll continue looking for an American. This is what I've literally told 'em last night.
I don't know how to reach you. And, I don't want my 'proposal' to get DENIED. There's no one like you. I'm not talking about mediocre, mundane aspects -- I'm talking about mind-set.
Give me a breakthrough, Saroo. Please. No romance. No bouquets. Straightforward, plain, honest, unambiguous conversation. That's it. Just one phone call. Or at least email me. Please Saroo.
One more thing: Mew is NOT okay. Needs your help.
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