Return

The sun monk returned to his village
One of his brothers was murdered
The funeral was planned
Land changing hands
Why murder the man that if you asked he would give
Is your desease and sickness so possessive
That you will be an instrument of such pain
Not knowing like a robot no caring vain
The sunmonk observed the old neighborhood
The God is Merciful His plan no one knows
In what circumstance a soul comes and goes
Messengers were sent calling us back to Allah
Folly and foolishness will not get you far
In this life of so many illusions conjured under the sun
The biggest illusion is self and a self made one
Our brother rests now and miscreants seem free
Allah says  every soul and thing returns to me
Nothing happens without His all pervading will
Even robberies all evils even thoughts to kill
The sunmonk knows that one day the justice will be known
This is as real as blood and bone
That caried a soul that now has gone home
Some go to heaven and some in hell will burn
From Allah we come to Allah we must return.

As salaam alaykum Karreim
This life is the real dream.