another day has passed

Another day quietly slipped away.

I do not know which sunrise will be my last.

Today is heavy with regret—

regret that I lived, yet did not truly live.

I neither pleased my Lord

nor built anything for myself.

The hands of time moved on,

and I stood still.

Time does not pause for joy or sorrow.

It flows endlessly.

Once, I was a child full of innocence.

Then I became young, chasing dreams.

Now I stand uncertain,

unsure of tomorrow,

unsure even of life.

I often ask myself—

what have I done with this life?

Why was I born?

In silence and reflection,

the truth reveals itself:

I was created by my Lord,

and my purpose was simple yet heavy—

to seek His pleasure.

But then comes the question that shakes my soul:

Have I pleased the One who created me?

Have I walked the straight path?

Pleasing Allah is not confined to prayer mats and mosques alone.

It lives in actions—

in following the Sunnah,

in not turning away the poor,

in lifting the burden of the needy,

in sheltering the orphan,

in comforting the sick,

in honoring women,

in speaking with kindness to elders,

in loving the young,

in fulfilling the rights of family,

and in being merciful to one’s own soul.

It is found in avoiding sin,

choosing goodness,

and worshipping Allah

because He alone is worthy.

Yet another day has passed.

I remain unfinished—

neither a good human,

nor a true servant.

I bow before my Lord in repentance,

grateful for every blessing He has given me.

He is the One who will guide me.

This is my message:

Please your Lord.

Time is slipping away.

Tomorrow is not promised.

We may not be here tomorrow.

Repent.

Please your Lord.

This is life—

before the day comes

when all we can say is:

Today, I passed away.