The Islamic Garden
A piece of Flesh
The relation between the body and the spirit is explored as one grows older in this poem. The effect of the mind over the body; urging it to keep going when all looks lost. The significance of our actions and the record that we will one day receive of the deeds we have sent forth.
At the twilight of
I remember the path I've traveled thus far
The punches, bruises and broken dreams
That shaped this dismal form
A tired, bent, weakened piece of flesh.
You've served me well.
With every valley you traversed
My spirit, learnt patience
With every hasty word that formed on bated lips
My spirit, learnt control
With every step you were sure you couldn't take
I learnt, perseverance
I'll leave you - an empty shell - laid to rest
While I await
To see the truth of all I did,
As yet untold.
Allah says in the Qur'an, "Everyone shall taste death. And only on the Day of Resurrection shall you be paid your wages in full. And whoever is removed away from the Fire and admitted to Paradise, he indeed is successful. The life of this world is only the enjoyment of deception (a deceiving thing)."
(Sura Al Imran 3:185)