There was a man, bruised by time,
Wasted years in mud and grime.
He drank, he lied, he lost his way,
And hadn’t prayed a single day.
He stood one night by a mosque’s door,
Ashamed, unworthy, spirit sore.
“I’m too far gone,” he softly said,
“Would Allah want a soul this dead?”
An elder saw him, kind and wise,
With mercy glowing in his eyes.
“You don’t get clean before the stream—
You step inside. Let God redeem.”
Those words struck deep, like sudden flame,
He felt a pull, he felt no shame.
He stepped within that sacred place,
And bowed his head in silent grace.
Tears flowed—not guilt this time, but peace,
As burdens found their long release.
He did not know—but it was true:
Allah was already near him too.
For the Prophet said—and it still rings:
“Walk to Allah… and He runs with wings.”
That night he left not fully healed,
But something deep inside was sealed.
He still would slip, he still would fall—
But never once ignored the call.
One step it took. Not perfect. Just real.
Enough for wounds to start to heal.
Message:
✨ Don’t wait to be flawless. Just take that first step.
Allah meets you with love, not judgment.