And so you walk...

You will fall.
Sometimes, in a way you never expected to,
In a manner you never perceived, 
But how is it that, O traveller, you let your worth be defined by the falls?
Every journey has its fair share of struggles,
It has its bumby roads and dead ends,
It has those sharp bends and unexpected storms,
It has its grey skies, but it also has its sunny spells,
It has its long, winded paths which sometimes exhaust you -
To a point you become unable to walk any further,
Your clothes are torn, your eyes swollen,
Your face muddy, and your feet sore,
Your mind lost, your lips chapped,
Your hair disheveled and your heart, broken.
Yet,
You believe.
So you rise,
You brush off the dust,
You force a smile,
You pull up your sleeves,
And you stand up tall,
You walk a few steps, it hurts, but you walk,
And you walk,
And you walk,
And you walk.
For the path to Jannah was never going to be easy,
How can it be?
When Paradise is a place that our heart and eyes can't perceive,
When you will dwell in peace and tranquility for eternity,
So with your eyes set on this mesmerising goal,
And with your heart filled with an overwhelming love,
For Al-Qawiyy,
You keep going.
Treading the path of truth,
Stronger now than ever before,
Determined to never give up,
Fighting every battle, and every strong wind,
Every rocky path, and sudden sandstorm,
Every devils whisper and his continious calls,
Till you reach your desired Home,
Till you reach,
Paradise.