Don’t let it get to you, my brother.
The pressure of it all.
To be the provider, the one to take the fall.
To lead and to earn.
To have children, and to get them to learn.
To be a husband. To be a father.
I know the weight can feel heavy.
Remember, the crown on your head.
The one of Iman, the one of faith.
We’re like birds, my brother.
The one that leaves the nest.
Comes back at night, full, and ready to take its rest.
That bird is provided for, and so are you.
Shed those tears and sorrows to the most high.
Put your forehead on the floor, and let your duaas fly.
His name is Ar-Razzaq. HE will provide.
Take action, my brother, He will be the guide.
VASIM KAPADIA 