A Man's Trail This is the story of an average humanFrom his story there is so much to learn "I work through life working day and nightLet me tell you of my miserable plightBefore that, let me thank Allah Most Merciful tooThat's why I'm sharing my story with you From young I was told I had to be the bestI must learn to score for my exams and testsI studied hard to be the top in classSo that my friends will respect me with all the fuss In my youth days, I was actually insecureSo much temptations and many are impureI prayed sparingly but it didn't help meWhy couldn't I feel that Allah was watching me? I wanted to be the cream of the cakeI didn't allow myself to make a single mistakeI wanted more friends and also be praisedWhen I didn't get complimented, I felt so dazedI began to doubt myself again and againWas I not good enough or was I insane?I was feeling inadequate for my lack of looksWas I too fat, short, or did my smile give the spooks?I learnt to dress up in trendy clothes bought from storesI wanted people to look at me and say 'wow' in awe I wanted to be adored, praised and be popularSuccess to me is to be top scholarI wanted to shower myself in fameI also hoped to earn a big nameI studied hard and topped my school highI believe that to make friends, success is a tool Whenever I was with friends and my date was just besideI felt the pressure to display my witty sideI'm afraid my friends would leave me if I'm not nice enoughSo I bought them gifts and other good stuffBranded clothes, car, intelligence and friends indeedYou may think I have all that I needBut I'm still unhappy inside and I don't even know whyWas I not good enough, too ugly or too shy? At work, I pleased my boss to show him I was the bestI treated my colleagues lunch and sacrificed all my restI was afraid that my boss disliked me if I lazed aboutIn front of him, I did my best and tried to stand outThen I climbed the corporate ladder and be my own bossFinally, I was successful but I was still in a lossI was cheerful outside but scared insideI was not even sure what I'm doing is right I looked around to see all my best friendsI wonder if they still like me if my wealth ends?I cannot bear to face rejection or even failIf I become poor and old, will my friendships be stale?I work hard, but who am I trying to impress?The fear of losing my reputation is causing me stressI want friends to respect me forever and everI could imagine my friendship to sever But alas! My business failed me terriblyI was down with illness and suffered painfullyAll the people whom I thought were faithful friendsLeft me because my status has no standsI'm left alone and wonder whether it is true?To make good friends, wealth matters too? I looked at the side of my bed and saw the Qur'anGuilt enveloped me because the Qur'an I have read noneSince I was alone and feeling so boredI explored the Qur'an to know about Allah the Lord True Muslims friends start to befriend meIt doesn't matter whoever I'll beThey accept me and love me despite my flawsI don't have to make them like me by using forceI don't have to impress Allah with my witty charmI already know Allah loves us and protects us from harm With Allah's help, we can attain peace in selfSo let's put doubt back in Satan's shelfIf there are problems with work and with menPlease remember that it's part of Allah's planAsk from Allah because He listens to us alwaysAllah will help us with His Kindness and Grace I met a man who is unfortunately blindHe then advised me with words so kindHe said, 'Love yourself and be grateful for what you areYou owe it to Allah for coming this far Allah loves us and makes us MuslimsBut many people don't appreciate it, it seemsIt doesn't matter if we're poor or earn lessAllah loves who we are and He caresDon't do good deeds if you do it for showOr else your spiritual status will sink below If you're humble, do good deeds and pray to Allah Most WiseYou can earn yourself a place in ParadiseGood Muslims overcome worries and insecurityThey are unfazed even if they are treated with hostility Why be a slave to affluence and glamour?Why worry if we are not witty with humour?Always be yourself, dear brother, have no pretenceAllah will still love you, even if you don't have any fansWhy be afraid, dear brother, when friends shun awayWhen Allah is there for you it's always that way.' After the blind man left, my mind started workingI was still surprised and truth starts comingIt seems that I may be a boss or lying here poorbut good Muslims greet me with salaam, a smile and no fear I kept wondering, what is success to me?Is it about having friends, or earning a good degree?I had all these and yet I was not satisfiedCould it be because that Allah was not on my side? Then I realize that I have been foolishMy INSECURITY is the one that was my leash Why was I ungrateful to Allah Most Great?Allah's helping us all the way as Fate Oh! I'm ashamed for being so proudWhen my success was actually a passing cloud!Now I realize my great big mistakeSo I do more good deeds now with sincerity and no fake Let's learn from this life and tread the virtuous roadRemember that this world is only a temporary abodeNow I live through my life devoted to the Islamic causeAnd repent, so Allah will love me despite my flaws." Remember true success is not about having lots of friendsIn fact, it is about passing Allah's testsHappiness is not about showing off your generous partIn fact, it's about the ATTITUDE of your heart Say: 'I like who I am and I'm glad to be meI love being a Muslim and Allah sets my heart free!I can feel in my mind and in my little heart boneI confess - with Allah around, I know I'm never alone'. Written by Dee77