In the name of Allah, the Most Beautiful,
whose creations are the ascending sun and the luminous moon,
the ethereal clouds of hope and the radiant celestial stars—
all decorating the skies above the Earth.
Seeking refuge in Thy presence:
in the hectic days and the lone nights.
Thy love is the most perfect—
for the lover never falls to despair.
While the romantics were lost
in the myth of Forever,
knitting webs of temporal bliss,
with Thee, it was never a myth.
I seek Thy wisdom
even in the abundant seed of dates,
reflecting upon myself—
despised, yet with much to ponder.
Lead me forward, O the Most Beautiful,
Along the endless path of love;
Let my soul be devoured in Thy remembrance
And astonished by the radiance of the Perfect Beauty.
Nihal Ibrahim
He is a student of Civilizational Studies and Classical English Literature in Kerala, India. He is also pursuing traditional Islamic learning alongside his academic studies. His interests include Literature, Philosophy, Theology, and exploring the intersection of literature and theology, with a focus on articulating Islam through fiction and poetry even more beautifully.
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