Elias Idowu Durosinmi

I'm young. I live in a house my father owns, in a bed my father bought..Nothing is mine..except my heart and my fears nd my growing knowlege dat not every road is gonna lead home anymore. I am slave. I not freelancer and I cannot do whatever I want .I cannot see any vulgar scene. I cannot cope with western modern world. I cannot do any nasty jobs if my friends are trying to do this by me. Alcohol or similar things I cannot take. I cannot enjoy overwhelming joyous. And I cannot do all those things because I am trying to be a good Muslim and trying to fear my Allah as far as I can. He is the only one who turned my pessimistic life into optimistic. I was lost but no one came forward to realize my sorrow. I was ignorant but He showed me the light of literacy. He helped me to remove all of my sorrows. My heads bow down when I think about his gratitude and magnificence to me.