my heart at rest,

 

I woke up with the sun too high,
Dreams still tangled, clouds drift by.
My heart raced fast — oh, I was late!
The morning scolded, “Hurry, fate!”

Shoes half-tied and breath unsteady,
Mind still sleepy, not quite ready.
Down the road, I ran and prayed,
“Ya Allah, let my path be laid.”

The gate was open — what a grace!
No angry look, no hardened face.
Inside the class, I bowed my head,
Expecting scornful words instead.

But then — Subhanallah — a smile!
The lecturer paused, with gentle style.
“Come in,” he said, “you made it still,”
His kindness broke my trembling will.

I sat in peace, my heart at rest,
Today I learned that I am blessed.
Not every storm brings pain or fear,
Some bring mercy, soft and clear.

Alhamdulillah — though I was late,
Allah’s mercy did not wait.
A simple class, a moment small,
Yet grace was shining over all.