Wednesday, 28 November 2012


I am tip-ex and smudged Biro pens
These wrongs have been corrected haphazardly
I am unable to hand this in for marking
So I rip it up and start again
But I can't remember my mistakes
Papery memories sit at my feet

We forget the things we love the most
Until it is one with us, it will always be
On top of us, this theoretical capacity unfulfilled
With no tolerance and one hundred percent error

Why have these words slipped from our tongues
Frantic hands flip through pages but we
Cannot read, we would not read

My mistakes are found through history
And the epitome of the story is
Found within the morality of the character
Textbook answers seen yet unread
We are blind, oblivious of oblivion
Forgetting the things that weigh the most
On these shoulders
Are heavy
on the scales
The answers are so obvious when we are told
And we were most definitely told

And whoever turns away from My remembrance - indeed, he will have a depressed life, and We will gather him on the Day of Resurrection blind."
He will say, "My Lord, why have you raised me blind while I was [once] seeing?"
[ Allah ] will say, "Thus did Our signs come to you, and you forgot them; and thus will you this Day be forgotten.

Surah Taha

“Verily Allaah raises some people by this Book and lowers others by it?”
Sahih Muslim


  1. It's almost like you take my experiences and put them into the words I can't find. I keep thinking about how much everything blends together, how the lessons I learn in the classroom give me insights into my faith as well. And the thought has crossed my mind before of how obvious the answers seem once you know them, shall it be similar on Judgement only much more so? SubhanAllah may Allah protect us and help us to pass the greatest test of all...

    1. Jazakallah Khairun sis - I do think my poetry is getting a bit hectic I keep skipping to one thought to another I'm genuinely surprised this is making any sense to anybody.

      Carrying on from your thought I was thinking in the Quran it tells us what will be said on judgment day and what type of people go to heaven and hell ect . Its almost like a play and we are all actors and whatever role we play today we must then carry that role through to the after life. So why are we so haphazard about our character?

    2. Oh goodness, sooo true. I can only pray that we will have something good to fall back on that day.

  2. Hijabi in the Rain -

    I love this piece. I have been reading some of your older posts and really enjoying your poetry. It's nice to read poetry from a muslim perspective. As you know I'm a convert and don't have many muslims to share with, so reading your poems and having thoughts put into words like you do is really moving.

    Also - thank you for visiting my blog and for your comments.