Category: Verse & Prose
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Revelation’s Keeper
He lost his father before he spoke, Then lost his grandfather — another stroke. An orphan, a child, with no gold, no throne— But the Lord of the Throne called him His own.
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God’s Rope
Day in and day out, Night and day, Man sees Signs of his Lord, In the horizons, on his way. The sun is setting, To his Home, he’s returning. Did he fill his bag with good deeds? Or just ran after desires and needs? Allah’s Rope has reached the land, From above the heavens. The…
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The Labyrinth of the Lost: A Muslim Poet’s Journey Through Meaning
In the Name of Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful Yet where is mercy in this age of wandering? Once we dwelt in the Garden of Certainty, Where the adhan called us home five times each day, And the Qur’an was our compass, unwavering.
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Mountain Refuge
Scaling a mountain to escape a brewing storm, a young man bemoans the superstitious beliefs of his family, neighbors, and friends who refused to follow him to safety, instead opting for something utterly foolish and delusional. As he reaches the top, however, he realizes that the seemingly irrational pleadings of his father were not irrational…
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A Tear Descending from a Soul Ascending
On and on time flows while we remain resigned to what each moment brings, Tis but by virtue that our souls ascend towards life’s heavenly springs, For through life’s journey the hearts of men amend As phase by phase the patient, begin to apprehend That vision by which souls may rest restored Through earnest seeking…
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A Tasbih
SubhanAllah, I murmur a proclamation of glory attesting my Lord free from any deficiency thirty-three times Alhamdulillah, I whisper an assertion of praise all praise belongs to Him, and Him only thirty-three times Allahu akbar, I utter a declaration of truth He is above all, far greater than any worry thirty-four times SubhanAllah. Alhamdulillah. Allahu…
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Glad Tidings to the Strangers
The rich history of the Muslim diaspora varies from culture to culture, but in every Western country where our children are raised, we are collectively othered. While our ethnic and racial differences may have been the first victims of bigotry, post-9/11 the West overtly turned its aggression onto our faith.
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In a Time of Thulm, Taqwa
Their walls have fallen, crumbled, yet they remain strong, standing while the world stumbles to its knees. The world has fallen and yet they have risen.
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The Time in Between
There’s a time in between. Before the screaming of “precision” strikes and the bombing of mosques, and churches, and hospitals, and schools.
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Vignettes on Hajj
As the dusty, weary, thirsty pilgrims approach the blessed house they fall into orbit around it, eyes full and hearts yearning, hands outstretched towards the magnetic black cube towards which they prostrate back home. This lonely brick structure in the middle of an uninviting desert, unremarkable save for its symbolism, continues to attract longing souls…