Friday, 7 December 2012

Project: Muslim

This life is their life

She is clever, top of the class
Its all temporal if she
had it all but its wasn't enough
The world was tough love
But her, she rose above with degrees
Cheap paper fades , its all just dead trees
Her ups and downs come with roller coasters
Smoking out the joint , to forget
All the things she needs to remember
There is no end point defined
Life continues till death
It is inevitable but is never said
Ripping back the surface she
Is in need without knowing
Infants crying for something they
Lost but cannot recall

Would it be so much for me
To tug the earphones out and ask
Her to listen
Suggest to her to believe
Before me?

Where is our conviction
If our belief was true
We would write and publicize
Our facts justified by the divine
We have every trick up our sleeves
They had quran in their thobes because
Don't you forget our heroes
Went from black to white
Because a soul wanted to fulfill his duty right
You were all chosen to know
That you were born with a goal
You were made, you were shaped
You will return to him who gave

So remind, surely you are a reminder.
Ghashiyah 88:21

“To Allah we belong and to Him we shall return.”
Surah Al Baqarah 2:156

Side Note: The first generation of muslims they were all essentially as we would define them today as reverts .It really blows your mind when you think about it.


  1. Your poetry oozes pain and faith at the same time. I must repeat again, very powerful lines. I love you for the sake of Allah.

    1. And I love you for whose sake you love me. Jazakallahu Khairun .

      I had a look at your blog I enjoyed the read . Your style of writing is approachable and yet you don't compromise on your Islamic values . keep posting sis.

  2. That truly is an amazing thing to think about. Some people who have reverted could really put me to shame with their dedication and compassion.
    Beautiful piece my dear sis, it makes me think of how many people are just moving about like lifeless bodies, no goal, no purpose, nothing to be answerable for and nobody to answer to, just live. Scary.

    1. So true sis . I attempted ( and this is very rare of me) to give dawah today and we hit a stand still. He kept saying but life is about having fun . And I just kept repeating but your going to die , again and again it just went back between these two lines. I just felt so stuck for words. Sometimes you just want to open up your heart and just hand them your faith for them to just see that feeling and then everything would make perfect sense.May Allah untie the knots of our tongues. Ameen