This once crowned king has lost his kingdom.
He’s lost his position, he’s lost his freedom.
He can still remember the castle’s endless luxury now,
He wonders if he will survive as a peasant.. and how?
What’s a king without his precious shining crown?
Without his robe and without his gown?
He must find what they call inner wealth?!
Why, that’s harder to earn than gold itself!
You see, It’s hard: when a king is not king.
Being royal.. was always his thing.
Though, looking back, was he ever even grateful?
Was this a lesson for him- planned and fateful?
Maybe he had to learn who bestowed him that crown,
and put for him love in the hearts of the people of town.
Who first gave him a reason to smile and to forgive..
Who guided him to the best life he could live..
Was it his merit, when he had no worries, no doubts?
When he couldn’t comprehend what weakness was about?
Was it his credit, when he had no anxiety or fear?
When people he cherished were available and near?
Perhaps the king is never meant to be king again,
In that case he aims to be the most wise of men.
Or perhaps the king is meant to rule another land,
Either way- he’s learned that his fate lies in Allah’s Hands.
And perhaps, perhaps, he is no king at all.
But maybe a Queen, recalling her fall.
And perhaps, perhaps its not a Queen, castle or crown!
But a woman, her strength, and how life turns around.
( قل اللهم مالك الملك تؤتي الملك من تشاء وتنزع الملك ممن تشاء وتعز من تشاء وتذل من تشاء بيدك الخير إنك على كل شيء قدير ( 26 ) تولج الليل في النهار وتولج النهار في الليل وتخرج الحي من الميت وتخرج الميت من الحي وترزق من تشاء بغير حساب ( 27 ) )