
I feel like my heart has gotten hard and cold.
Why is it so hard for me to shed tears for you, ya Allah?
I want to love You.
I want to fear You and only You.
Perhaps, my heart is tainted.
If it was truly full of love for you, ya Allah,
surely there would be no room for fear and despair.
I feel like I'm faking it.
Like I'm just forcing myself.
It's just so hard.
So hard to be true to myself.
It may not be hard for you,
but it is for me.
But behind this 'fake' me,
I want to believe
that there's a real me
who wants to go back
and repent.
I want to work hard.
I want His love and mercy.
I want to believe
that I'll always have a second chance.
I don't want to be naive,
but believing that is one of the main things
that keeps me going.
There is no such thing
as a bed full of roses
because even roses
have thorns.
Even so,
I keep going because
I believe in Allah's promise.
as a bed full of roses
because even roses
have thorns.
Even so,
I keep going because
I believe in Allah's promise.
Islam will win.
Even if it's not much,
I want to be a part
of the people
who brings victory to Islam.
Ya Allah,
I know it'll be hard.. but help me stay strong.
Help my family and friends stay strong.
Stay strong on this road.
On this road...
to You.