eyes closed.

I close my eyes.
The music begins.
All i have been through,
gets recreated into a song.
I love everything about it.
The rhythm.
The lyrics.
My righteous deeds,
my sinful sins,
all intertwine to make the perfect tune.
Though im not proud of my wrongs,
i shouldnt be proud of my rights as well.
Regrets turn into lessons,
successes humbles,
and all this for 1 reason.

The Afternoon.

In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
[103:1] By the afternoon.
[103:2] The human being is utterly lost.
[103:3] Except those who believe and lead a righteous life, and exhort one another to uphold the truth, and exhort one another to be steadfast.