Who is in a worse
state than me?
For when I move into my grave,
without having prepared myself,
what is the fate of my long sleep?
Why do I not cry?
I see my own self destroying me,
and my passing days betraying me.
The wings of death have descended over my head,
why do I not cry?
I cry for the extraction of my soul.
I cry for the darkness of my grave.
I cry for the solitude of my grave.
I cry for how it squeezes me.
I cry from the questions of Munkar and Nakir.
I cry for the day I emerge out of my grave.
Naked.
Humiliated.
Carrying the heavy weight of my wrong actions on my back.
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For when I move into my grave,
without having prepared myself,
what is the fate of my long sleep?
Why do I not cry?
I see my own self destroying me,
and my passing days betraying me.
The wings of death have descended over my head,
why do I not cry?
I cry for the extraction of my soul.
I cry for the darkness of my grave.
I cry for the solitude of my grave.
I cry for how it squeezes me.
I cry from the questions of Munkar and Nakir.
I cry for the day I emerge out of my grave.
Naked.
Humiliated.
Carrying the heavy weight of my wrong actions on my back.
-Dua Abu Hamza Thumali |
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