I pen this in my thoughts this morning while on the way to work....
It came about when I remember my dissappointment is some of my friends,
a lady who has returned to the ''straight'' path but still continues to smoke occasionally
A charismatic boy, single father, from the madrasah but drinks
A handsome young man drinking next to his mother and she is quiet
who am I to judge?
Everyone has a story to tell
Thus it’s not fair to judge
But a sin is but a sin
And the only way out is repentance
They may repent one day, and God will accept it
But Me? will I get to repent before my last breath?
A thought worth pondering.