Yet God is Forgotten

How can I bear witness to my soul falling victim?

In this era, truth be told, negligence prevails.

We think we are modern, promoting the idea of loosely practicing the law of God.

We speak highly of those who dress immodestly and party occasionally.

“It’s okay, God knows I am a good person.”

“I am spiritual,” one says.

But what if God is not pleased?

We say, “I’m sure He will forgive me—He is merciful.”

We say, “I’ll pray and seek Laylat al-Qadr!”

We say, “I’ll fast in Ramadan!”

We say, “I eat halal, I pay charity!”

But what if it was your family?

Should I then say to them, “Sorry, I have work, and I don’t have time to say I love you, or feed you a home-cooked meal, or take you out on a date, or have real conversations with you—but know I truly love you”?

Does that truly reflect love?

Love is deeper than these apparent actions.

Love dwells in one-to-one time.

Love lives in intimate moments.

Love is found in special conversations.

Love is for both happiness and darkness.

Love is those sacrifices you make because you know they miss you.

Love is different from saying, “I know they will forgive me, time and time again.”

How long can love last if true communication is not given justice?

How long can love last if I celebrate you once a year, and the rest is just routine duties?

Not long.

So, how long will I keep saying:

…a little indecent music is okay?

…outfits that reveal sacred shapes are okay?

…overspending the blessings is okay?

…glimpsing sin is okay?

…telling small lies and speaking ill of others is okay?

Is that true love?

Is the routine of my five daily prayers all I give?

Where is the devotion in all this?

Again, God gets forgotten.