Indeed how does one live without the Supreme One?
How do you look upon yourself and think you are all that is, and needed?
Tell me, if creation does not stupefy you, scare you, dazzle you, petrify you
Then shouldn’t life?
 
How was I created?
To be this person, walking , talking, with a mind of my own?
With hope, dreams, wishes, needs, wants and opinions?
 
How do I look up to the sky and shed tears?
How do I wear clothes, purchase them, know what they are?
How am I sized and framed?
 
How do I hate milk but can eat yoghurt?
Do I think that it is my food that nourishes me?
Do I think it is my hands that provide my provisions?
When I am ill, do I really think it’s that tablet of vitamin C that cures me?
 
When I take off in the dead of night, in a car with a total stranger,
Do I think it is the SMS GPS I send to my loved ones that protects me?
The locked doors in my apartment, do they really keep out the intruder?
The roof over my head does it really keep away the wind, slate and rain?
The snakes, rats and reptiles…? When in one gust of wind, by His command, all will be wiped clean.
 
Is it not Him that Creates, Decides, Decrees, Knows, Sees and Judges?
Is it not to Him that all return?
Do I know my fate in the morrow except what I expect from the knowledge of my feeble existence?
 
What will I be in two days from now, a year from now, decades from now?
Will He grant me that long?
Do I not fear my meeting with Him?
Do I not fear the day my breath finally leaves my body?
When all aches, pains, and creaks stop and something, I know not what, takes its place?
What will life be like then?
 
My loved ones gone years before, how are they now? Waiting?
For a time, year, centuries yet to come?
A wait without knowledge except what He alone has permitted.
Subhanallah!
 
I am nothing and yet, He alone has made me something, without my permission
Sperm I am
 
Ya Allah, how should your servant be at all times?
A servant.
A lowly servant.
Living in this world, not like a Lord,
But in fear and hope of My Rabb
For you created me, feed me, provide for me, define my existence
 
Rich, poor, ugly, small, healthy or sick, there is only one thing that is true
All things belong and return to You