Standing atop a mountain of mistakes, a bold seeker shamelessly demands the Prophet’s love, relying entirely on the fire of Mercy.
I have been asking Thee
Since I opened my infant eye
For favours big and small
Of creed and world
I continue to ask Thee
Without shame or shy
Here I stand to lift my hands
On the mount of my mistakes
By virtue of what I seek
Forgive the ways how I ask
Hoping in your eternal grace
In Your Mercy I am set ablaze
I beg for Meem’s love
Though I deserve low
March 05 2026