I'll tell Allah about many things don't get jealous, I'll tell him about my heart ache and low cunning and dreams that evaporate, day after day, about things that I thought she'd stay forever and left, orphan and moments feeling harshly world, moments of weakness and insomnia, lump throat I feel, about loneliness and emptiness inside, I'll tell him I tried to embrace myself and my soul together but I couldn't, I'll tell him I wake up every day he thought me that fat It was just a dream, I'll tell him I didn't love myself enough, I didn't hate it that much, which makes me get rid of it, Allah, o you most merciful, have mercy on my weakness and low cunning, Allah.