 a poem titled, if I return. I am the awaited one for whom you claim you yearn. So tell me, oh my Shi'a, what will I find if I return? Are my men devout in worship of he who will send me back? Do the women observe my mother's dress, which the opposites do not attract? Are your prayers on time, your fast complete, your zakat and debts are paid? Tell me, oh my collars, if you know why I'm delayed. I've been tajj each year that's past and most I haven't seen. So tell me why you're calling me when you still have holes upon your din. Do you think that I could save a soul that does not fear Allah? By God, you have it wrong. By God, your thought is flawed. I see your book. I read your deeds. Each Thursday I lament. How far the ummah went from us and the law which we were sent. Don't you know, oh ummati, how much my mother cried? She prayed for your forgiveness until her soul had died. Each son of hers that came anew were told that same thing. Our shiha called for their imam, yet they obeyed the wrongful kings. I wait alone in the wasted long, though I know that some do mean. Their pledges when they pray at Fajr to be amongst my 313. How many of you have read dua for me for 40 days? How many of you call out to me in your canoe when you pray? I think of you when you think of me. I ask Allah to pardon your souls. I pray for the one who strives for me and does as he was told. I will come back. I promise you, this vow will be fulfilled. But it's only you who keeps me away with your duties unfulfilled.