If We Remembered Our Akhirah Poem by Nasra Omar

If we remembered our Akhirah, would our lives be the same?
Would our interactions change?
Would we wallow in our pain?
If we remembered our Akhirah, Would the petty things
matter?
Would our focus be scattered?
Would formalities flatter?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would we sit around bored?
Would we for mercy implore?
Would we fear more our Lord?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would we oppress?
Would we leave our dealings in distress?
Would our faults we confess?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would we avoid touchy issues?
Would our comrades we misuse and accuse?
Would we accept to lose?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would we slander each other?
Would we sigh to our mothers?
Would we our anger smother?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would we stress and snap?
Would we digress or interact?
Would we progress or be trapped?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would we procrastinate?
Would we hate to prostrate?
Would we wait and be late?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would we rest when tired?
Would our desires backfire?
Would we aspire to be admired?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would it all seem unfair?
Would it be rare that we despair?
Would we care and be aware?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would the task seem so daunting?
Would the serious we be taunting?
Would our skills we be flaunting?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would it still seem unimportant?
Would our souls be dormant?
Would we waste a moment?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would our hearts remain hardened?
Would we still refuse to pardon?
Would our values be bargained?
If we remembered our Akhirah, would death seem more real?
Would our souls humble when we kneel?
Would our eyes and ears be sealed?
If we remembered our Akhirah—
If…
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Akhirah: the life to come after death.