‎‏“Oh Allah save me from the fire, can someone like me even ask for jannah?”

How can a neglectful soul like mine ask for Jannah, if it is made for those who spent the abundant and scarce, and the precious and cheap, for those who choose it over this dunyah, for those who repent and are patient, for those who are grateful of Allah’s blessings and thank him daily regardless of their pain and sorrow, for those who never feared anyone but him and the blame of blamers could never shake them, How dare my soul ask for something It hasn’t paid the price of? Shame on it and woe to me for my transgression and shamelessness in front of my lord! how will I meet him while being fully aware that his most beloved servants were chained & k-lled by the worst of creation and that I had enough with speaking about them, but does speech even do a change? Do words open gates, erase years of pain or bring back glory? Will my words even be an excuse for me in front of my creator? Or will my words even be an excuse in front of them!? Forgive us Oh Rabi, our hearts are too weak to suffer what they suffered, we don’t carry enough eemaan in them to sacrifice what they sacrificed, Forgive us for we transgressed in sin and neglect, forgive us for our Walaa to Muslims is just a claim, forgive us for humiliation covered our faces, forgive us for our nafs is always the winner in its battles against us.

إن هجرت القرآن سيحفظه غيرك

إن ابتعدت عن الله سيقترب منه غيرُكَ وستعلم أنه لا خاسر غيرُكَ فتأمل قول ربك: "وَإِن تَتَوَلَّوْا يَسْتَبدِلْ قَومًا غَيرَكُمْ ثُمَّ لا يَكُونُوا أَمْثَالَكُم".

في غيرك كتير و انت الخسران.

I see the tragedies which have destroyed the eminent Baghdad, And woe to my nation, happy on Eid...

[How do we smile when Chechnya (Sham in this version) has been torn apart by the Russians, Until it appeared immersed in sorrow]

Shrapnels from the bombings have severed from this child, His hands and legs, leaving him amputated..

How are we in joy? While we have lions In Cuba (Guantanamo) Oppressed and their eyelids are submerged in tears

How are we in joy? While our sister in Deen, She is forced in prison and raped by pigs

Oh woe to our 'nation'... It is well known, their swords have been sheathed And used in the defence of the disbelievers

The Ummah cries, but there's no longer one from the millions to the likes of Umar ( رضي الله عنه ) Who steered it and with the sword made it victorious

".. And the Rule of Allah will not return to His Lands by the hesitant ones nor the scared ones nor those submissive to the worldy life nor the cowards nor the one who is hesitant to sacrifice with his soul and wealth."

"فإن لم تكونوا أهلا لحمل هذه الأمانة فلا تكونوا حجرة عثرة إمام من حمل لوائها"

I flee to You, Allah, and lay out my burdens.

I seek refugee with You, Allah, from the sorrows that keep me up at night.

You’re the only One who will never abandon me, even if the whole world leaves my side. You will always remain.

You’re the only One who will never forget me, even when my memory begins to fade from people’s hearts.

You’re the One who will never deny me if I seek your assistance and company, even when others reject me. You’re the One who sees my worth, even when others don’t value me.

You’re the One who is aware of the deep pain and sadness that has afflicted me.

You’re the One who is aware of the tears that I shed in the darkness of the night and listen to my calls for You.

It is You, Allah, who I seek help.

‎فَفِرُّوۤا۟ إِلَى ٱللَّهِۖ

“So flee to Allah”