In the market of the world,
you will see souls weighed like fruit,
priced by beauty,
sold for applause,
wrapped in silk,
and carried away
by hands that never knew their worth.
Sharpen your soul
against the stone of patience.
Wash your pride
in the river of prayer.
Break your fear
like bread before the dawn.
A person is not made valuable by gold,
but by what they refuse
to become.
Then the world will return
with louder offers.
And then,
when nothing earthly
can name your value,
the heavens will lean down.
Not with gold.
Not with thunder.
Not with the language of merchants.
But with a silence
so vast
it will know you completely.
that at last,
what the world could not price,
Allah alone
will buy.