TIME IS OFF THE ESSENCE

By Muna Mohammed

Since I’ve been alive, for the last 22years of my life. I’ve been trying to race the time, to try and achieve what’s mine, and targets I had in sight….

Looking back at the early stages of my life. I never had a choice of mine, I was always my mum’s one of a kind, I was a follower of all that she had assigned. I was also ever so kind, even when my teachers at school were not so polite, all because I was struggling to express what was in my mind… I preferred to use my native language as a replacement for their native language, and that is what they found absurd … but how was I to know… I was just lost in a market of their own.

Looking back at my middle years, I started to have another mind, other than mine. Everything just looked so damn nice, and I could never understand why MUM always had to set the time, to come in or even call, I guess that she was worried, being mindful of one of her own…. I remember that HE was just one of a kind, the Love of my Life, the reason why I looked like a dime even at 7am on my way to do errands. The Love I had for him then… still is in existence and will never ‘Decline’.
My Girls and I looking so fly, always at the right places, looking to waste some time. And all the guys be like “This One is Kinda special, this one’s just like dynamite’’ and we’d replay “ his my kinda my guy”. Time swiftly went by MUM still hasn’t got a replay, in the ‘hype of da club’ MUM wasn’t even on my mind..

My late Middle years, Umal Khayr was one of a kind and Khadija was just as nice… students of knowledge they were… and jealousy had grown, all coz of the religious knowledge they had well-known… and I didn’t even know a word. I disconnected from those who were on wasting time… and started to connect with that inner voice of mine.

So I achieved my Inspiration, Attended my Graduation, received my Apprenticeship then went into Leadership and had my Own Ownership….

Still feeling so empty Inside, After everything I had was my OWN, and all Mine…

I Discovered only to realise that I never truly seized time, as tears come down my eyes, I’ve only got one thing in mind…..

I did what I liked….Disrespected and Dishonoured, and Diverted from True way of LIFE…..

Am trying to Inspire, Evoke a Desire….Time is off the Essence, Repentance is the Acceptance… ALLAH is WORTHY of Worship….

Just be Mindful of your TIME… instead of wasting time, before u sleep at night, just be like a shop keeper, instead of working out your profit, work out your deeds, things that you did throughout the day….ask yourself has ever second, every minute and every hour… gone ASTRAY!!!

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