When one is ill, he feels pain, <br />His limbs and heart begin to strain, <br />His mind is full of miserable grief, <br />His heart is thin and plain like a leaf, <br />His eyes are red and very sore, <br />Why Allah is doing this, he is not sure. <br />The reason behind the ache is wise, <br />Allah is measuring his Iman size, <br />Allah is testing for his Taqwa, <br />To find out whether he will get far, <br />With plenty of sabr will he survive, <br />Or with impatience will he strive? <br />The ill one should always keep in thought, <br />That this illness I have fought, <br />To build upon my faith in Islam, <br />And reassess my past Iman, <br />I’ve been benefited by my Lord, <br />This sort of pain I really can afford. <br />He should make himself realise, <br />That this pain just makes him more wise, <br />So long as he still depends on Allah, <br />And keeps his heart full of Taqwa, <br />And once he has overcome the illness, <br />He should seek Allah’s protection and forgiveness.<br /><br />Rukhsar Ahmed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-one-is-ill/
