The Flower of a Mercy Raised Up,
Destined to receive that golden cup,
A draught of bittersweet you did sup,
To rouse the heedless and lift them up.


Dead before death,
In your heart nothing left,
Just the presence of His Breath
And to all men deaf.


Can’t they see, don’t they understand,
That this struggle is not for who rules the land,
What do you have to do with rocks, earth and sand,
When all of you is in His Hand.


They weep, they plead,
"You cannot win, you can’t succeed,"
To them all you pay no heed
They can’t follow where you lead


To the land, soil reddened now and then,
To remind the souls of boys and men,
Of the sacred month day ten,
Shadowed by this lowly pen.


You stood upon your simple mat and spoke softly with your Friend,
They claimed the same, but would not a drop of water lend,
What did they think that after this they could make amend?
And say “He knows what it is that we intend.”


They took their swords and to your body they did their worst,
In darkness they earned the whole worlds curse,
That same of which all their hopes had nursed,
But Your Soul was taken to be with the First.


The shore less sea, the sweet never-ending gardens, the palaces of the certain,
All thorns are gone, no more disaster, for you there is no curtain.

Lessons learned with time did fade,
The radiance that once shone on your face...
Sin after sin made you turn away,
But what will you say on Judgement Day?
 
There used to be a light in your eyes,
For Allah's name every tear you would cry...
Somewhere between hope and fear,
With every footstep an angel was near.
 
A heart neglected begins to rust,
But a little bit of love can bring back trust.
Patience is a virtue few understand,
And only falling on your knees gives you the strength to stand.
 
Countless blessings you can't deny,
But how can you be thankful when you've already died?
Sometimes reality is only your perception,
And yet you don't realize that you're a casualty of deception.

The blossom on my neighbour's tree
brings cheerfulness to grey mornings.
Passers-by even stop to take photos
With the latest mobile phones.

Like pink snow it starts to fall,
Shrivelling up in the warm sun.
Swept away gently by the wind,
Gone forever.

Overnight falls blessed rain.
Emerald robes soon flutter in the breeze,
Calmly rustling in praise of their Maker
But they too fall lifeless at summer's end.

Why waste life striving for the worthless,
When it lasts for a fleeting moment?
If you desire what is destined to perish,
will you ever find real contentment?

“Your deeds alone are faithful"*
Reflect on the truth of these words.
Hasten to true success and fulfilment
Turn in repentance to the Eternal One.

*Maulana Rumi

To love until you feel like dying
to wring from your soul every last tear
to pray for the Last Day just to see His face
to beg for Paradise only to bow at His feet

Have you felt it?

The joy, yet misery
of love that consumes
and yearning that devours
and despair that destroys

Have you known it?

You speak of love
yet you give preference
to the selfish dictates
of your avaricious soul

You speak of faith
yet you engross yourself
in fears of tomorrow
and concerns of yesterday

You speak of mercy
yet you'e done nothing
to earn that gift
or any other

You speak of forgiveness
yet you've never repented
until you wished to tear
out your own eyes
to stop the tears

You claim to know Him
How can you?
when you know not yourself?

It began with a simple statement,
qabiltu
Your hand in mind, we left to start our new lives.
The sun never shined as
bright
And the moon was never so
full as it
became when your life and mine became one.

We never met,
We never spoke,
but
we
there was a feeling that
my faulty tongue
can never express in its own words -
muwaddah.

The stars spoke to us that night bringing
life
to the dark Earth
bring life to your dark hearts and stand.

Water splashed on my face the
night we were wed,
urging me to stand before
the One who
blessed us with one another,
an answer to the implicit call of
His creation, and
the explicit call of
His Majesty.

Greetings of peace and love showered our
home,
glad tidings of the clock's hand approaching Maghrib, breaking the fast
you
asked me to join
you in.

For you it was
never  
nafsi nafsi
You
taught me what it meant to love Him, though
you
may not know it.

It was because of
my love for you
I realized how much I didn't
Love Him.
My life was incomplete
without You
My life will never be complete
without Him.

Qabiltu
my heart connected
with you

Qabiltu
when will my heart connect
with Him