Finding God
If I were deserted anywhere,
I would only need to bring one thing
Of course, I would want to bring with me,
My parents, food, water, and a life jacket or two
But I only really need to bring God.
Not literally, but with the Holy Quran
A small Quran that would fit right in my hands
With both Arabic scripture and English translation
I would run my finger down each verse
Trying to repeat it to myself with complete concentration
After doing so, I’d search and ponder the meaning behind the verses
All 114 chapters of the Quran provide a Muslim with something different
If my mind wanders to question life, death, wealth, family, love, education,
Or if I feel lost by my emotions whatsoever
As I’m sure I will
I know God will provide me with ease through his words
I may not have many possessions or resources with me
But I have absolutely everything if I have the Quran
After all, the creator knows its creation
This deserted land is a way for me to build my relationship with God
And strive to find my real home
The home that will always provide eternal peace and bliss
That home is Jannah
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