How many words she's read before,
She's consulted thousand books or more,
Musty pulp and glue,
Soundproof her tiny room.

She cannot understand why this book in her hand
Fascinates her now so much,
She's almost shy to touch.

Don't think about the words it's just a book paper and ink,
She reaffirms, reminds herself, a book can dictate what to think.
It enlights, intrigues her more, than others on her shelf,
Is it just another book? She sits questioning herself

O Allah she's so afraid to read,
The wisdom that's revealed may burrow in her mind,
She'll be obliged to admit, she'll be obliged to submit,
But will she be strong enough to live the truth she finds?
O Allah she's so afraid to read.

The hall light is always on every night that he is gone,
He hears his mother toss in bed, when he slips in at dawn.
In the bookcase by the stair, he can see it sitting there,
Like a waiting watchful wise man scolding him with care.

In the morning will they fight about him being out all night?
Will he resent their gift of love and not admit that they are right?
All he wants is to fit in some place, but must he compromise his faith?
He can't look himself or his parents in the face.

He takes the book upstairs unread,
Sets it close next to his head,
Then counts the prayers he's missed,
And lays so hopelessly in bed.

O Allah he's so afraid to read,
The wisdom that's revealed may burrow in his mind,
He'll be obliged to admit,
He'll be obliged to submit,
But will he be strong enough to live the truth he finds?
O Allah he's so afraid to read.

I sent an email to my loved one just the other day,
It's sad communication has evolved this way.
We use so many words but have so little to relate,
As angels scribble down every letter that we say.

All the viral attachments sent, the passionate insults we vent,
It's easy to be arrogant behind user passwords we invent.
But on the day the scrolls are laid,
With every word and deed displayed,
When we read our account, I know for one I'll be afraid.

That day I'll be so afraid to read,
Every harsh word that I've spoke and every time that I have lied,
I'll be obliged to admit,
I'll be obliged to submit.
Will I have strength owning up to each deed I've tried to hide?
O Allah I'm so afraid to read.

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