Like all my best friends know, I was on the path of the mystics and saints, from the moment I started being blessed with the insight and wisdom to realize the difference between truth and falsehood, good and evil, the perishing and the everlasting -- which started with my teenage years in 1973-74. And I "was led astray" in 1985 by somebody very close to me. Now, I find myself hearing my heart cry out almost each night and day that I must return to the path and attain the goal chosen for me by my Creator, Allah (God Almighty).
This poem is the result of deep soul-searching, contemplation and meditation, on what I always felt was my real purpose of life in this world -- to evolve myself bodily, mentally and spiritually and become a mystic by remaining consciously constant on the straight path -- the one way which ultimately takes me back to where I came from -- God (Allah) and be in the company of the "righteous ones".
I am not boasting or claiming any kind of divinity here. I am merely explaining the path I felt I must revert to and keep moving onwards -- in order to attain my real goal which is to re-enter the spiritual dimension of self-awakening, self-realization and self-annihilation...in order to be accepted by the Lord of all worlds. May Allah/God guide and help me all the way, Aameen/Amen.
