the people of the boxes

There were once some people who all saw their lives like empty boxes
They looked around the world collecting up the things they liked
They filled their lives in boxes with the goodies that they gathered
And they all felt in control, content and they all felt all right
They climbed inside their boxes, they settled with their trinkets
They neither looked nor learnt much more and closed their lids up tight
Once they fastened up their boxes they smiled there inside
And they all thought in their darkness that the world was clear and bright

But the world is not a box,
There's no lid, no doors, no cardboard flaps or locks.
And everything in nature from the clouds to the rocks
Is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man;
It's the piece of the peace of Islam

Along came a wandering wise man whispering such words of truth,
Who stumbled on these boxes so separate side by side
He knocked upon the first one saying,
"Please come out and feel the day"
An answer came from deep within,
"You're not of us please go away"
He approached the second box and tapped thrice on the lid, saying,
"Peace to you inside, shall I show you a new way?”
Someone peaked out from a crack and said,
"You may just have a point, but it's so comfy in my box, in my box here I will stay."

But the world is not a box,
There's no lid, no doors, no cardboard flaps or locks.
And everything in nature from the clouds to the rocks
Is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man;
It's the piece of the peace of Islam

He stood before the final box; a hiding face peaked out to him,
And much to his surprise he said,
"I recognize those eyes"
"I see you and you see me, why not come out and be free?
Faith and flowers wilt and die if they are hidden from the sky."

Coz the world is not a box,
There's no lid, no doors, no cardboard flaps or locks.
And everything in nature from the clouds to the rocks
Is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man;

Now centuries lies between all the prophets, you and I,

Civilization are born and die each and every day,

We see good and bad and happy sad,

And made mistake we wished we hadn't made,

In our attempt to try and live up to their way,

But if we hide ourselves away,

Afraid to grow and learn, we might wake up in the flame of ignorant and sad burn,

And we will never be much more than casualties of war,

In a struggle we can't win if we have no faith to begin,

We got to tip the lid and let the sun light again,

Coz the world is not a box,
There's no lid, no doors, no cardboard flaps or locks.
And everything in nature from the clouds to the rocks
Is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man;

It's the piece of the peace of Islam

Dawud Wharnsby Ali.

one of my favourite songs...when I contemplated back on those lyrics, it stirred my emotion a bit as I remembered my past that full of sins, It almost described the life of most of us, we used to be of those people who never knew the true teaching of Islam, we never knew which direction to take for us to continue our life here in this temporary world, we used to stay in our comfort zones and never listen to other people opinion and ideas, we hoped that our comfort zone will help us to reach the mercy of the Lord,

Nay! Stay and you will never sees those glory light of truth....

Stay and you will never the see the eternal happiness we sought for,

Let us take the step, let us proceed to the path of truth,

The journey continues....

dedicate this to all of my friends...in times of hardship and calamity, remember Allah and may the guidance of Him be upon you

"Our Lord! Let not our hearts deviate now after Thou hast guided us, but grant us mercy from Thine own presence; for Thou art the Grantor of bounties without measure,"