Ungrateful Us

By Sommaiya Noor Ali

It's truly strange.
How we can become cranky when we need something
We complain and whine and never tire to do these all over again 

We call out to Him and persist at it
We talk to Him like we deserve to
We breathe His names day and night
We memorize duas like they are our weapons
We are not afraid of him or anxious of what he might think
Nor are we shy when presenting ourselves in front of him yet again

In front of him we bare our soul
No matter how filthy it might be
Is that the purpose of free will?
To pray and get what we want?

We are hypocrites
How else can we be made to spend an hour on our prayer mats
It is only because we know Ramzan is the month
The success rate for achieving our needs is highest
We can get all sins forgiven, all wrongdoings overlooked
We remember the longest duas by heart, and pick the Quran daily
Almost lovingly reciting Iftitah, though habitually we lag behind for our prayers
Whenever we want something we turned to him
He being the greatest of the greatest, never fails to respond

So I sing his praises
And recite his glorification
Because it suits me to
Because it gets me what I want
What a sorry state of affairs
Because he too is bound
Since he loves us more than 70 mothers
So we throw a tantrum
And he embraces us adoringly
We become ungrateful brats
He soothes us, calms us
He conceals our shortcomings
Without realizing we keep wanting more
He keeps pulling us out of our miseries
And we still keep wanting more
We keep getting sucked into the abyss of ignorance
He keeps fulfilling our wants
We plead for a measly 4 days
And cry ourselves to sleep
And He's just had it, He just can't take it anymore
He gives and gives and gives never letting us down

Even though we had no right
No right to ask him for more when we already have so much
Once he bestows we rise out of our sadness
We go back to living our lives
We don't realize we were living back then
That was when we were alive and successful
We existed when we made our connection with Him!

But no, we will never realize that
So we go back sucked into our lives, like we were sucked into despair
After all he only mattered to us when we needed something
Adios, my love, till we need something again.