nadia abduljabbar

(25/5/1957 / Makkah)

Banking Language and God or Allah


What happened to people
In Arabia?
Why materialistic way
Of thinking
Is colouring even
Their relation
With God or Allah,
And if you warn them,
They accuse you of becoming
Like fever of the hay.

Nowadays, you hear people
Say you will win “millions”
Of “rewards” and “Blessings”,
If you do so and so “rituals”,
Forgetting that sincerity
Is the core of worshipping,
Not the language of Banks,
And they add that,
As if the hurt
Has no heart,
All your sins will be
Forgiven and erased.

They forget that God
Forgives the sins related
To our relation with Him,
But The Merciful or Allah
Doesn’t forgive
Mistakes concerning
Other people unless
They do absolve
Us first.

Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 29, 2013

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Jeddah,
21 June 2013

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