Running Away...

Running Away...

Yeah, again, I'm running away,

I've been running since "Monday" ,

from that point on, I went running until "Sunday" ,

whatever day is it, I don't care, because it's Today!

"Be patient" you order me?

Don't joke on me because it makes me unhappy,

unhappiness only makes me angry,

and when I'm pissed off, I'm cranky.

Thinking about my problems, I don't see any light,

finding the solution, I don't see any hope in sight.

Why am I running?

I want to get away from my problems that are always coming,

I want to feel free from a life that is always pressing,

I want to let go off everything!

I want a life full of pleasure,

I want my time fulfilled with leisure,

and say good bye to pressure!

As I was running away on that Sunday night,

I voiced whispered to my ears in fright.

"Allah does not charge a soul except [with that within] its capacity"

I slowed down my speed, as if my energy is drained,

only some miles left before meeting "Monday" again.

I tried to digest what is said,

does it mean that I can do it?

I stopped running, my head  down looking at the ground,

I started to question myself, what was it the reason I've been running all around?

But facing my problems are freaking tough,

how can I run away when I had enough?

"No calamity befalls a Muslim but that Allah expiates some of his sins because of it, even though it was the prick he receives from a thorn." 

Oh! Is this all because of my sins?

Now I don't think running will save my own skin!

I stood back up again,

I started running again.

I ran faster than before,

I ran and I ran like thirst for more.

Now I'm not running to run away,

but I'm running to find a way!

I will overcome my problem,

I will find the solution.

I will never again back down on the ground,

I will never again run like mad all around.

Now I can welcome "Monday",

as a new "day"

Because I believe,

"For indeed, with hardship [will be] ease."

( Poem by Ameen Misran )