I really don’t care if you’re behind me or not
It’s a race where the Lord’s pleasure is my concern
I really don’t care if you’re too scared to run
For my gaze is set on my own destination
I really don’t have time to stop and fall back
What’s behind you isn’t worth you, don’t you learn?
I’m a student enrolled in the greatest school
Where the teacher treats his students like his children
And he only enrolls those who need his help
Be it the lonely; the oppressed or the orphan
A teacher who never looked back, even in war
Eyes in the back of his head meant he wouldn’t turn
A teacher who stood against the world for his Lord
Do you really think loss would grip his reason?
His faith to him closer than a man’s shadow
His Lord’s plan to him dearer than his children
The man who stood against four-thousand at Hunayn
More concerned with that than how to split Heaven
He broke idols at a time where idols were life
Tore the veil from the soul that wouldn’t listen
The house of God is where he entered this world
And he left this same world lost in prostration
Then one wonders what life he lived inbetween?
He wanted the Creator, not the creation
He taught that men are of many different kinds
That those that God loves are given elevation
One can be a good man or be a Salman
Both are different. Lose yourself in contemplation
Some were from places but “Salman is from us”
We’re left with that choice… is it a hard decision?
We can live in this world as if there is no next
Open your eyes, look around… You’re in a prison
You can imprison yourself with today’s concerns
Or you can be free and to the Heavens glisten
Just like the stars in the skies glisten in our eyes
There’s a war inside you, who do you want to win?
I study in a school that hates the word “I”
Where the Lord is great, the giver of provision
I’m walking on a road, holding a flag high
In each flutter of this flag I find a lesson
O’ self, I really don’t care if you want despair
I’ve more important things in consideration
I really don’t care if you lag behind me
I have this flag and task I have been given
I know my path just like the back of my hand
For that hand is being held by Abel Hassan
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(London – 03/08/14)