Ummah In Shambles

Weep not for the Ummah in shambles,

Weep not for your sisters defiled,

Weep not for the men slaughtered,

Weep not for torture in front of your eyes,

Weep not for Jerusalem taken captive,

Weep not for death overcoming hunger,

Weep not for thirst being quenched by desert sand,

Weep not for poverty causing sin,

That has spread through the lands.

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Cry for yourself for what we have traded,

Trading the next life for luxury,

Funded all by the usury,

Openly living the life of zani,

Our eyes falling upon anything,

Blaming it on our upbringing,

Hanging with unrighteous friends,

Indulging in impure foods and drinks,

Speaking before one thinks,

Magnifying glasses on our scholars,

Hearing whispers and braying the message,

Forget investigation, we didn’t even doubt,

When our brothers fell from their mounts,

Judgmental eyes focused on the sin,

Backbiting and saying ‘no one will truly win’.

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But most of all,

Cry for the absence of tears,

In our duaas that never were,

About Syria, Palestine, Burma, or any other,

Nation in frustration off the Ummah,

Sleeping calmly on our comfy beds,

Waiting until the day the fitnah spreads,

Into our own lives,

To our children, mothers and wives,

And when that day comes,

And the tears are about to fall from the brim of the eyes,

Remember my words that day,

Weep not for the Ummah in shambles,

Weep not for the Ummah today.

A New Hope

I dream of rain, 
the subtle mountain beauty,
that has stolen my heart,
the misty dew on a bright morning,
the sparkling waterfall crashing peacefully,
A new dream awaits,
Behind this door engraved in gold.

Beautiful Sun

I want to meet a woman like the sun

That when I try to look at her, I lower my gaze,

Out of respect due to radiance of her beauty and resolve,

A woman that can be my support when I begin to falter,

A woman that sees my faults and accepts me for who I am,

Like the moon I rely on her to make me radiate,

With purity and dignity,

And the days where she may burn oppressively bright and hot,

I wish to be like the cloud that calms the winds and cools the earth,

Sooths the skin and melts the heart,

Producing rain, drizzling down slowly,

Landing upon a tree’s leaf softly,

Nurture nature, and sun light,

We shall together cover the Earth with life.

The Unicorn

Never have I ever met a creature like you

Your grasp tantalizing, your trust is obscure

Your happiness seems to have no end

Yet to stand you is a chore

Greedily you keep to yourself what others yearn for

Am I to love now or lovingly let a creature like you go?

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Rainbows have no end when rainbows can’t be seen

Am I looking for a pot of gold or a beautiful personality?

With all the other ones I tried to find shame

Ample is the apple, have I eaten accidently

Perfection is a delusion only which a few have perfected

Am I to love now or lovingly let a creature like you go?

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Old ones know what the wise have to say

When I look for words of wisdom

They are sleeping in the old ones graves.

Ancient are their rules and ancient are their ways.

Yet history repeats itself when foundations crumble away.

Should I make the mistakes, the mistakes I already know?

So am I to love now or lovingly let a creature like you go?

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My thoughts are weary about the subject at hand

I am now trifling, thrashing, littering away in sand

Will there be rewards to reap if this seed I were to sow?

Am I to love now or lovingly let a creature like you go?

Moon

I want to be alone,

Like the moon I float in this empty space,

Watching the earth as I stare at its beauty,

I cycle through life,

And life cycles through me,

I am the moon, with my love,

I will be soon.

A Warrior’s Struggle

It scares me to think,

That such a strong weapon is in such weak hands,

Such a heavy burden to carry near ones waist,

Always sheathed, ready to strike, ready to take the life,

The life of its owner, the life of the oppressor,

The life that forgot the word justice,

It is a struggle,

Not to find justice but to uphold it,

In ones day to day life.

The Old Tree

A fruit that has been ripening for too long,

Cooking by the overwhelming heat of the sun,

The juices flowing out of it like tears falling to the ground,

Nice and sweet, with lots of bitterness added by mixing dirt with love,

It fell from the tree, forever to be separated by its mother,

Eaten by insects and the vermin of the earth,

Now all that is left is a seed,

Will it grow or will it die,

That I will leave for time to decide.

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The Earth felt soft beneath the seed,

The ground swallowed it greedily,

And with the merciful rain came a stalk,

Peeping through the dirt and muck,

Lay a stem, flawless, glowing with excitement,

Over time fragility was overcame,

By the thick coat it wore today,

And now it gleams upon the forest,

Oh tree of old wont you teach,

Our children today listen eagerly,

For the sounds of the living forest.

A Stronger Smile

There is pain in those eyes that see,

Trying to conceal the pain that emanates through the heart,

Through the lungs, through the breath,

The blood rushes and surges through the veins,

Pain trying to be converted to strength,

Pain that rip some muscles so that new may come,

Pain that goes deeper than the soul ,

And encroaches upon the gates of mercy,

So that perhaps they may be closed for good,

The same pain I eat and sleep in,

The pain of a broken heart,

And an irreplaceable smile,

For the smile that is to come will be stronger,

More of quality,

More of strength ,

Chapped and broken yet soft to touch,

I yearn to see a day,

Where I may feel pain no more.

 

The Crashing Waves

The waves ushered through the whispering god,

Crash into me with sudden force,

As my feet sink into the grains of time,

I stand still watching the bird reach the sun,

The warm arms of my humble friend reach around my numb body,

But as all good things that come with the wind,

Have to leave because it is the nature of things,

I am left alone, dry, thirsty and shaken,

Thus the cycle begins again.