In this path to Allah,
I saw light in between the darkness
I saw truth in the midst of lies
I embraced solitude in the company of many.
In this path to Allah,
I met friends.
Some where those whom that I've known
Some where strangers, stories untold.
Yet now are all my companions
In this trusted journey back to Him.
In this path to Allah,
I've lost a few
Some close, some new
Some of which I only know by name
But the connection felt
Is as though they are my own
In this path to Allah,
My past is buried
My preferences changed
I was no longer her
But a new me
That learned to love
More of the world than of her selfish self.
In this path to Allah,
I suffered pain
I released those that were dear to me
I fought my fears and demons
Only so that I can return
Back to Him, back to Jannah
In this path to Allah,
He gave me gifts.
Of time
Of understanding
Of necessities
Of smiles
Of love
Of people.
And these gifts were all
From Him, for Him.
In this path to Allah,
I ventured through paths I've never set foot
I paved through regions I'd never dream of
I made vows I am terribly scared of
I detached
I moved on
I had to do what I 'need' to do
It soon became a want
It eventually became my blood
In this path to Allah,
He chose me out of the mass
Although I don't deserve it
As I've sinned through day and night.
Yet he kept me on this road
On this path
Back to Him.
Dearest,
He chose you out of them all
To read and maybe understand
That this path
Are for His Soldiers.
Are for His Mercenaries.
Are for His Humble Slaves.
Willing to sacrifice what they hold.
To bring back the truth,
To bring back what is right,
Which is
Islam.
Let us pave this road with blood roses and metal chains.
Because we'll meet again under green shades and milk rivers.
InsyaAllah, in Jannah we will be.
