Wander along the trail of submission, oh child of grief and loss.There you shall find what you seek most dear,engaged in remembering the Beloved: The Moon,who rose amongst the desert tribes,bathing the Arabian peninsula.The creation rejoiced as his light transpired,enveloped with the wisdom in Hira. Yet evil endures in the hearts of men,when the Self is crowned supreme.Thus the Moon was scorned in his call … Continue reading A Ballad for the Beloved, the Moon
“Have at thee, Crusader scum!” he roared, slashing violently at his foe with an abdominal strike. “Die, villain!” spat the other as he parried the attack. Continue reading The Brothers Barbarossa
The skies were stricken with a cacophony of arresting fiery hues growing brighter at the horizon’s edge. It was like watching a comet frozen in place as it scaled the heavens with a lingering trail of warm light. The whole court glared eagerly at the sun that refused to set and make way for the quenching cobalt blue of the evening. Continue reading A Night at Topkapi Palace
I am writing to you because you are my only family member that whispers salawat on the Prophet when I say his name, like clouds aching towards birds, with joy. Continue reading A Joy for Us
A prayer is a blessing for the heart;
Produces joy and jolly,
Protects from foolish folly,
A never-ending growing gift from God.
A prayer is a blessing for the heart,
A sprout of strengthened faith with spreading parts. Continue reading A Prayer is a Blessing for the Heart
I stand alone, on the edge of an abandoned campground, stupefied by the sight of ashes once bright. Shrouded in sheets of iron and shackles of pyrite, imprisonment has led to an all-consuming ache that has since seeped into the rivulets of my palms. Continue reading A Slumbering Sojourn Toward the City of Lights
“The world is but three days: As for yesterday, it has vanished. As for tomorrow, you may never see it. As for today, it is yours, so work on it.” – Imam Hasan Al Basri Tomorrow is a traitor full of deceit, who promises the hopeful an epitaph sweet, it swears that our troubles can be made obsolete, as if it’s guaranteed that we’ll ever … Continue reading Tomorrow
All Praise belongs to You, My Lord, Most High,
O’ One with Whom is Majesty refined,
O’ One with Whom belongs Honor and Light
As such befits the Glory of Your Face
And Great Your limitless Exalted Grace. Continue reading Prayers from the Pious
I wandered stray throughout the land
And raced across the burning sand
My mind had sought to seek the sight
That strips the veil of darkened night Continue reading I Wandered Stray Throughout The Land…
Traversing Tradition 