"O My Malik, My Only King" (Longing for Grace and Eternal Peace)

Introduction :

“O My Malik, My Only King” is a humble prayer and confession of a soul longing for forgiveness, closeness, and eternal peace. This poem reflects the deep gratitude and dependence we feel toward the One who never abandons us—even when we fall. It is a plea for mercy, a promise to change, and a hope to be welcomed with love on the Final Day.

  "O My Malik, My Only King"

(Longing for Grace and Eternal Peace)

You are the one who sent me here,

And you are the one I'll return to, clear.

You are my malik, my Lord, my King,

The only King to whom I cling.

Whenever I’m hungry, you send me food,

Whenever I’m thirsty, you send what’s good.

When I want something, you give me more,

Even things I never asked you for.

When I work for little, you give a lot,

Even more than I ever thought.

You don’t need me, but I need you,

Can’t breathe a breath if you don’t do.

I answer to no one, no man, no name,

I’m not their slave—I’m done with that game.

I belong to you, and that’s my fate,

Your love is something no one can rate.

I’m a sinful boy, full of wrong,

But you still stayed with me all along.

Everyone else would throw me away,

But you held me when I couldn’t pray.

You didn’t leave me to rot in my sin,

You lit up the dark that lived within.

The world called me mercyless, cruel,

But You showed me mercy still rules.

I started to believe I was heartless, too,

Until you showed me what love can do.

Even when I thought I was done,

You reminded me, you're the only One.

All doors were closed in my face,

But Your door stayed open, full of grace.

You welcomed me when no one would,

You saw something they never could.

Even the hardest soul can cry,

Even the coldest eyes run dry.

You made my broken heart feel,

You showed me a peace that’s real.

When I hear Your name, my heart gets calm,

My skin feels chills, I feel goosebumps.

My desert eyes fill up with tears,

And for a second, I lose my fears.

Something peaceful passes through,

Invisible, unexplainable—but I can feel it's true.

Like I’m not here, I feel so free,

No pain, no weight, just eternity.

But it lasts for seconds, then it’s gone,

And I beg: "Please, don’t move on."

I whisper, "Come back, don’t let go,"

But it fades, and I feel it slow.

I’m not a good man, that’s for sure,

Not perfect, not wise, not pure.

Still, you love me more than I know,

That love makes my silent tears flow.

Not pain tears, but of peace and light,

Tears that make my chest feel right.

O malik, even when I fall deep,

I know you still hear me weep.

I never doubted You’d stay near,

Even when I drowned in fear.

Please forgive this sinful slave,

And make me someone You’ll save.

On the Day when the sun will burn close to us,

Please don’t let me take that turn.

Give me shade beneath Your Arsh,

And let me know I’m not alone.

I just want to see You smile,

Feel You close forever, not just a while.

Let me run to jannat ul firdaus,

With no pain, no fear, just truth.

Like a boy who's free at last,

Running through the gates so fast.

No shame, no guilt, only peace,

In a home where all worries cease.

O malik, please don’t turn away,

Please don’t ignore me on that Day.

Please don’t throw me in the flame,

Please don’t say You forgot my name.

I want to change, I want to grow,

I want to be someone You know.

Not just a sinner full of lies,

But a slave who makes Your angels rise.

Guide me to the path that’s true,

Keep me walking close to You.

You are all I’ve ever got,

Please, malik… forget me not.

Ameen,

      —Shahzad Sulaiman

Explanation and clear words of my poem : 

                                                                   You are the one who sent me here, and you are the one I will return to when my time here is over. You are my malik, my lord, my God, my king, and the only king I will answer to. You are the King of kings. Whenever I am hungry, you give me food; whenever I am thirsty, you give me water. Whenever I want something, you give me beyond my need. Whenever I work to get something, you give me more than I deserve. You don’t need me, but I need you. I can’t even breathe without your help. I answer to no one; I am not anyone’s slave, but I am only your slave, and you are my only malik.

I am a sinful boy; everyone has rejected me and would continue to reject me, but not you. Even though I am full of sins, my malik, you never left me to rot in my sins. You filled my dark heart with light. The world sees me as merciless, and when I started to believe them, you filled my heart with mercy. You showed me that even if all doors are closed to me, the door of my malik will always be open, and I am always welcome. You showed me that even the hardest and most sinful soul can cry with peace and love.

When I hear about you, my heart becomes cool. I get goosebumps, my desert-like eyes fill with tears, and I feel like something invisible and peaceful is passing through my body and soul. I feel like I am a completely different person, like I am no longer in this world. I feel like I don’t have any pain or worries. I can’t explain this feeling, and I don’t know why it happens, but I love it. It lasts for a few seconds, then it just goes away, and I’m left thinking: please don’t leave, come back. But it hurts me because it only lasts for seconds; I want it forever.

My malik, I am not perfect nor a good human, but still, your love for me is unexplainable. It just makes me cry again—not with tears of pain but with tears of peace and love, tears of devotion. O malik, no matter how many times I slip into darkness, I have never doubted your love for me, nor will I. O malik, forgive this sinful slave and turn me into the slave you will be pleased with. O malik, my only meaningful dream is that when you resurrect me, you provide shade for me from the burning sun. I want the shade of your arsh, and all I want is for my malik to be happy with me and to smile at me. O malik, open the gate of Jannat ul Firdaus for me, and I will run to Jannah like a painless, happy, and innocent man. O malik, please don’t ignore me on that day, please forgive all my sins, please don’t throw me in the fire, and please don’t be angry with me. I am a sinful man, but I want to change, to become a loyal slave to my malik. Please help me and guide me to the right path. Malik, you are all I’ve got… Ameen. 

Arabic/Islamic Term	English Translation	Simple Meaning Sentence
Malik	King / Master	God is my only King.
Ameen	So be it / Amen	I agree, O my Lord.
Arsh	Throne of Allah	His Throne is above all.
Jannat ul Firdaus	The highest Paradise	I seek the best Paradise.
Sinful slave	A servant full of sins	I’m a servant needing mercy.
Day of Judgment	Final Day of Accountability	Everyone will stand before God.
You / Lord / King	Referring to Allah (God)	My Lord sees my heart.

Note for Non-Muslim Readers:

These terms come from the Arabic language and Islamic tradition. They are used here to express love, devotion, and humility before God (Allah), but the message of the poem is meant to be spiritually universal.

Disclaimer:

This poem is a personal spiritual reflection rooted in Islamic faith. It is not intended to attack, judge, or undermine any religion or belief system. Rather, it is written for anyone—regardless of faith—who has ever felt lost, broken, or abandoned by the world. It is a message of hope for those who sit in silence with regret and longing, to remind them that the presence of God is real, and His mercy is always near. If you’ve ever felt unworthy, unloved, or too far gone, know this: God never abandons a sincere heart

NOTE: These poems are personal expressions, drawn from real emotions, life experiences, and heartfelt dreams. You are welcome to read and reflect, but copying, downloading, or using them as your own is not allowed. If you wish to share a poem or use a part of it in your artwork, post, or project, please give proper credit to the original author: Shahzad Sulaiman (Sultan of Hearts) Thank you for respecting the creative effort and honesty behind each word.