Saturday, 20 October 2012

The Living Dead

Tell me something to make me smile,
I am sustained fully , the gravity of my indebtedness
Brings this forehead to the ground
And they say 'live a little' how about
A lot, Perhaps I don't want to live on Saturday nights
Perhaps I don't want to live on holidays and wedding nights
Night, nights, nights.
What ever happened to the day ?
Why can't I live when the sun shines , why must I die
Temporarily until the summer break
Momentous milestones come once in a while
Iman highs and iman lows , the instability of our souls
Is terrifying
They lie to me with photo-shopped smiles
trying to capture those infrequent not quite happy times
In wooden frames crucified against the walls
If from nine till five you suppress so heinously
The very fibre of your being to the background
Of your desktop, the chair didn't decide its life
So why us with man made goals that cannot define
Happiness, not achieved as we take the back seat
If this is what you call living
Then I grieve ,at the death,
Of hearts diseased

"Your smile for your brother is charity."
Fiqh-us-Sunnah, Volume 3, Number 98

And I did not create the jinn and mankind except to worship Me.

 "As for the one who disregards My message, he will have a miserable life, and we resurrect him, on the Day of Resurrection, blind."


  1. Dear Hijaabi in the Rain,
    Stumbling upon your blog is like meeting my long lost sister. Your verses are beautiful and stirring SubhanAllah and I feel like you are taking the silent musings of my college observations and giving them life and dimension, as if you are giving my heart a voice. May Allah bless you always. <3

    1. Wow... JazakAllahu khairun your comment really made my day. I find this writing thing such a big blessing from Allah without it I don't know how I would cope with the terror that is college . I'm glad that something that I've written could be of benefit to you sis .