A good bad day

A GOOD BAD DAY
I thought the test would have been simple.
I thought the pen planned to drain out a lot
and the hand won't ever become weary of composing.
I thought the mind will think quicker than the inquiries.
I thought the eyes will be brimming with grins and the face brimming with giggling.
Up to this point I understand the excursion comprise of terrible streets and detours.
I understand life is brimming with promising and less promising times.
I understand each mistake is an example to gain from it.
I understand the heart should at times encounter despondency and misfortune.
Thus I cry day in and day out.
I cry to ALLAH for benevolence and absolution.
I cry to him, for he is the one in particular that can lead me to the right part.
I cry to him, in light of the fact that for each spirit that takes grumble to him will constantly enjoy assurance and harmony of psyche.
I know the spirit that get through the trial of ALLAH will one day wipe the slate clean of brain and accomplishment toward the end.
Why should I take off from ALLAH?
Who has the ability to tackle issues on the off chance that not ALLAH?
Who else can lead me to the right part in the event that not ALLAH?
Goodness Ya RAHMAN i depend on you and I will continuously do
For in each terrible day, there is consistently a decent day to come