I asked Allah why I wasn't rich.
He showed me a man with the wealth of a thousand kings,
Who was lonely, and had no one to share it with.
I asked Allah why I wasn't beautiful.
He showed me a woman more beautiful than any other,
Who was ugly because of her vanity?
I asked Allah why He'd allowed me to become old.
He showed me a boy of 16, who lay dead at the scene of a car accident.
I asked Allah why I didn't have a bigger house.
He showed me a family of six,
who had just been evicted from their tiny shack,
And were forced, to live on the street.
I asked Allah why I had to work.
He showed me a man, who couldn't find a decent job,
Because he'd never learned to read.
I asked Allah why I wasn't more popular.
He showed me a socialite with a thousand friends,
Who all left the moment the money and parties were no longer there.
I asked Allah why I wasn't smarter.
He showed me a natural born genius,
Serving life in prison for making ill use of his knowledge.
I asked Allah why He put up with a thankless sinner like me.
He showed me THE QURA'AN.
I knew then how much He loved me and the entire Ummah of Nabi (saw).
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