Brothers and sisters, before anything, I would like to apologize if I will hurt any feelings, offend anybody after I post this, I meant no harm, I love u for the sake of Allah, we're all human beings, if I make a mistake please forgive me and remind me nicely, I don't want to bomb you=),am just kidding of course...
In this world, everything is a test, and everybody have their own test to pass, not every test is the same. For men for example, the biggest test is women (don't deny this, even gays at one point were straight, their surroundings influenced them and made them go against nature), and for women, it might be their emotions, or beauty...So this poem is really clear I think, here goes, Bismillah...
Every day I would definitely walk on the same street,
Sometimes lowering my gaze, looking hither and thither, and sometimes and my feet,
Then, my eyes caught this lady in the dress,
Wow, I was impressed by the dress,
In my head I was like, “Hey lady, want a date?
Your life seems extricate”,
But then I realized it was lust talking, God, how I hate…
As I was sitting, I ordered my drink,
Opened my book and started to think,
No longer than 3 seconds, there was a lady on the opposite chair,
Tanned skin, green eyes, long sassy hair,
I couldn’t stand it anymore,
Lady, please don’t let me count until four,
Be my queen and I’ll be your king,
But my wisdom interrupted saying,
If you had that thought, how many others would think of the same thing?
I proceeded walking on the street,
There were a lot of people so I decided to be discreet,
Moments later, a man passed by me with his arms around his girl,
They looked as if they were ecstatic,
Like there is no other world,
Girl, you choose that fellow?! Why didn’t you spurn?
Or the question is when is it my turn?
Then my heart pulled my ear, my hearings,
My heart told me,
She has been touched by another man,
You’re not her first and you might not even be her last, don’t you understand?
I hastened my steps,
Only to encounter night clubs and those so-called gangsters and thugs,
I’m wondering what are they doing acting like they used drugs,
One thing bugged me, though, on this street,
All of the women, they look counterfeit,
All of the women in the exotic uniforms, acting without shame, making unnecessary voices,
The men simultaneously amplified their donkey noises,
They might be beautiful now because they are in their prime,
But what about in 20 years time?
Coarse, wrinkled and hard skin,
Bones and organs dying slowly from within.
Man, you wasted your chance,
You could’ve at least asked her out for a dance,
Abruptly, my brain started communicating with me,
How content would your husband be?
What should only be shared to your husband, see
You’re so generous you let the world see,
Men, I don’t know where they are, where are the men?
Aren’t they supposed to protect the women?
& women, didn’t Allah told you to protect your own self, is that logically false or true?
So then, what is so special about you?
“O Prophet, tell your wives and your daughters and the women of the believers to draw their cloaks close round them (when they go abroad). That will be better, so that they may be recognised and not annoyed. Allah is ever Forgiving, Merciful.” (Quran 33:59)
Ps: The test that a lot of people (including me) struggle to pass, I pray that Allah make us better human beings and Muslims. Till next time inshAllah..=)