My Destiny

Together we meet at a blank page

Paint brushes ready, we both gauge,

Together, what will we draw?

Maybe a painting which we are in awe

We seek a painting no less than perfection

Every line straight, calculating every indentation

We try so hard to paint without any fault

Each time we try, our efforts come to a halt

Perfection is a station we cannot attain

Each time we try, it causes us pain

We try and we try to draw the perfect painting

Anything lower now seems daunting

It is ingrained in our souls be imperfect

Impenetrable boundaries we try to erect

To shield the fact that we are all weak

Only when we accept this, can we reach our peak

Remember the story of our father

Adam as, created, having no father nor mother

When the perfect angels saw his feeble stature

They asked Why, but Allah knew his true nature

Fashioned by Allah’s hands from clay

His sole purpose for existence was to obey

He stood out from the perfect angels made of light

Because in his weakness was his might

The angels prostrated to our father in unison

Light belittled by clay, what was the reason?

Why had Allah honoured this imperfect creation

Over those that had truly reached perfection

Allah taught our father the names of all things

And he then narrated to the angels his learnings

Truly on our father did Allah bestow His favour

He had gifted him with the ultimate grandeur

We are his progeny, roaming in the land

A result of his imperfection, which got him banned

From eternal gardens, he was left to reside

On this lowly earth, with his wife by his side

He could live with Jannah but not without his wife

For companionship is what grants our souls life

Humanity’s honour is our imperfection

This is what raises us, and gives us direction

Just as Adam read out each beautiful name

Like an angel, I too must tame,

Whatever is in my heart so I can listen carefully

So I can understand you totally

You are honoured and I look upto you in awe

Together what a beautiful painting we are going to draw

It brings us comfort that we don’t have to draw straight lines

We wonder what the horizon hides