Substance
by Azhar Muhammad Usman

Blessed days and nights in the company of God's friends
These are moments to live for
For this is the substance of our lives

The world's illusions are fleeting
Our exams, our careers, our wives and children
Empty and worthless on the Day the debts fall due

When dunya currency burns to ashes
Coins melted, diamonds turned to fuel for the Fire
Still hearts the only admission ticket then

Ah, those blessed days and nights in the company of God's friends
That brought our dead hearts to life
Then stilled them in preparation for the inevitable