All are troubled

[Qurratulain]

Subhan Allah .. I pondered this day
No one seems happy .. in one or another way
The sick are hopeless and the healthy feel down
The student can't wait for the cap and gown
and the illiterate would wish for a moment at school
Will you define to me 'satisfaction'? Is there any rule?

The needy can't see any light to the dark
and the wealthy never enjoyed a quiet walk at the park
The unmarried are sad .. when will the day come?
but the married are tired .. the children are troublesome
The jobless just wish they could grab a chance
but the employed keep whining .. no time for 'France'

On and on .. we keep complaining each day
On and on .. 'I have problems' we say
'Alhamdulillah's on our tongues .. but yet bitter
Never said it from the heart .. always wanted 'any better'
We never submitted .. we never let go
We wanted to steer the boat .. on our own we chose to row
Leave it to Al Hakeem .. His choice is fair
The pages will be flipped .. the pages you'll tear
Yes, it's hard to walk on with a troubled heart
but smile and pray .. all over do start

[Qurratulain]

The Place I love to be
There is a place in which I love to be
When I cannot reach
my mother's comforting arms...
There is a place in which I love to be
When I think of the sparkle in a child's eye as he prays with his father...

There is a place in which I love to be when the stars are
bright, my heart is light and my mind is free...
When I'm blessed with success.
When I'm warm in my bed
When smiles are sincere and my mind is clear
There is a place in which I love to be...
There is a place in which I love to be when I'm discouraged
by defeat,insulted by those that I love, and disappointed by my irresponsibility.

Then, there is a place in which I need to be...
When commitments are weakened,
Diamonds stop shining and strengths are forgotten ...
There is one place in which I love to be...
Down on my knees, with tears in my heart, my head to the floor.

In submission to God is the only place in which I love to be.

[Mary Carol]

Subhan Allah .. I pondered this day
No one seems happy .. in one or another way
The sick are hopeless and the healthy feel down
The student can't wait for the cap and gown
and the illiterate would wish for a moment at school
Will you define to me 'satisfaction'? Is there any rule?

The needy can't see any light to the dark
and the wealthy never enjoyed a quiet walk at the park
The unmarried are sad .. when will the day come?
but the married are tired .. the children are troublesome
The jobless just wish they could grab a chance
but the employed keep whining .. no time for 'France'

On and on .. we keep complaining each day
On and on .. 'I have problems' we say
'Alhamdulillah's on our tongues .. but yet bitter
Never said it from the heart .. always wanted 'any better'
We never submitted .. we never let go
We wanted to steer the boat .. on our own we chose to row
Leave it to Al Hakeem .. His choice is fair
The pages will be flipped .. the pages you'll tear
Yes, it's hard to walk on with a troubled heart
but smile and pray .. all over do start


Jazakallah Qurratulain.