Who am I?
Who am I?
A question like a whisper in the winds of time,
Echoing through the chambers of my mind.
A slave of Allah, Creator of all, my rational mind and heart say.
Yet, do I truly feel that every day?
For the deen (system) of today is not the deen by God,
Not one of peace, of hearts consoled.
This system, a machine that feeds on our worth,
Dictates me I am nothing without a coin’s birth.
I am a cherished daughter, a loving sister, a beautiful wife, a beloved mother and a caring friend,
Yet to the capitalistic world, my roles seem to end
When money does not flow from my hand like a stream,
And my worth is reduced to a capitalistic dream.
Who am I? A cog in a capitalistic wheel turning endlessly,
Forced to ignore my soul’s gentle plea?
Do I need to chase DESIRES, where NEEDS are blurred in the haze?
Who am I?
A heart, a soul, trying to breathe,
In a world that measures what in capital I give and receive?
But deep within, where the Divine resides,
I know my worth isn’t where only money abides.
I. am. slave. of. Allah,
And not the slave of whims.
My real worth will be as per my taqwa (God consciousness, righteousness) and not based on the capitalist’s belief or fatwa.