So I thought I’d be a good child,
Ring her up out of a sense of duty.
I didn’t have to, but I chose to,
As that’s just the person I am.
Wanting to be good – accepted.
But she told me to do something I didn’t want to do.
And so I politely declined,
But then she asked me again,
This angered me slightly.
I told her to respect me,
And so she said “ok”.
But why should I have to demand respect?
Why can’t she just allow things to be?
I am my own person now,
A chick that’s left the nest,
And it’s time for her to come to terms with it.
As I’m sick and tired of being a slave,
Running around and doing what she insists.
Yes I am a daughter,
Yes I am supposed to honour my mother,
But enough is enough.
I bear my own burdens,
And I bear hers too.
She stresses me out,
Yes I’m doing everything I can do.
Please stop telling me to worry,
I wasn’t worried until I began to talk to you.
Allah will fix things,
He has it all under His control.
I need to just trust Him now,
And submit everything over to Him.
I want it to just be me and Him,
And nothing in the way.
I want our relationship to be closer,
And so I must keep the dunya at bay.
My faith is weak and I tremble.
Feeling scared of the day ahead,
But Allah is looking out for the believers,
And He will aid us to victory.
Whatever will happen will happen.
But yeah, I am slightly scared.
I’ve acknowledged it,
And that’s totally ok.
When something means this much to you,
Then it’s ok to feel a little scared.
InshaAllah we will get,
Whatever Allah has decreed for us.