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My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey

My life is an open book,
That led me through every nook,
And every corner of discovery,
Of life's long journey

Through needle-scattered alleys where hope died young,
Past broken windows where sirens sung,
I crawled through darkness thick as tar,
Chasing dragons near and far.

Punyang's ghost still haunts these veins,
Where crystal dreams left poison stains,
In corners where the shadows grew,
I lost myself, lost what was true.

The cross hung distant in those days,
When smoke obscured all righteous ways,
While dealers counted out my soul
In little bags of borrowed gold.

But Allah's mercy found me there,
Knelt low beneath my own despair,
Where rock bottom met sacred ground,
And in my loss, myself I found.

From Christian hymns to Muslim prayer,
Through paths I never thought I'd dare,
Each sujud brought me closer home,
Each dawn prayer broke another stone.

Now humbled by the road I've walked,
By all the demons I have fought,
I stand between two worlds of faith,
Transformed by grace, renewed by wait.

The book's not finished, pages turn,
There's more to live and more to learn,
Perhaps the greatest adventures wait
Beyond this chapter's closing gate.

For though the past wrote chapters dark,
Each dawn brings light, a fresh new start,
And though I'm sometimes nonplussed still,
I trust in God's unfolding will.

The slums, the smoke, the crystal nights
Have faded into prayer rug lights,
And though those memories still remain,
They've lost their power, lost their pain.

My story flows like sacred beads,
Through Christian roots to Muslim deeds,
Each struggle was a stepping stone
On this long journey toward home.
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