It gives a new meaning to time,
This annual beauty, manifestly sublime
That transforms minds, purifies souls,
And turns rusty hearts into shining gold.
In subduing the animalistic,
We may see the truth of the materialistic.
From light to l…
My heart is a wreck,
Iman equivalent to a speck.
I feel as though I stand in prayer alone
When they claim Islam is outdated, outgrown.
For eleven months, I have waited for this time
When I am not the only one experiencing the sublime.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Reflecting the past, the treacherous falls,
My soul’s weaknesses pierce your glare,
And reflect again on my own despair.
Trembling and sore, I seek to erase
The failures that are bolded, retraced.
My blood boils…
I am pulled towards pain,
as I watch them all waste away.
All my friends engage,
and I feel enraged.
Must I stay away?
I glance and reprimand with a glare,
but I cannot bring myself to stare.
Innocence and the Deen or,
party and face tro…
I was delayed of making amends
When that which turns was turned on end.
Now rusted iron bars keep me from free terrain
Whilst I remain restrained by my own ball and chain.
It pains to count days since I’ve locked myself away.
The silence …
Home. Where is home? I thought of this and only then was I faced with the inevitable.
“We’re going to move by the end of the year.” My father’s sudden words temporarily silenced me. I paused for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to feel.
Freedom. That elusive state of mind,
Cherished much, different in kind,
Sought after by the soul of man,
Seeking, foolishly, in far off lands,
Freedom; are you on the wings of the birds,
Traversing the sky in organized herds?
Or perhaps you …
I write this to you as a reminder. Eighteen years and still together, you are surely one of my closest companions. I’ve heard your voice from the beginning: happiness, sadness, and so much more that thumped against your rib cage. An…
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