Praise

I’m finally ready to let go
And say goodbye
To a world I am leaving soon
I see the light of the moon
Dark waves of the sky
Cold breeze
Whispering through my hijaab
My fingers are numb
And my eyelids close gently
I breath
But finally aware of every breath
By finally embracing my death
souls sparks and is alive
I have shed too many tears
And wasted much time
And have been neglectful
In the remembrance of my Lord
Indeed to him I will return
Heavy downpour
Don’t weep for me
Oh soft and fluffy cloud
Cherish the silence
And cherish the sound
I smile
Praise be to Allah today
How majestic, how vast the bounty
How complete the mercy
Praise be to Allah today
And everyday that has been
And every day I will live to see
And every day that is beyond my reach
Praise be to Allah today
The turner of hearts has blessed me to say
I am pleased
I am pleased with Islam as my religion
As Muhammad upon him be peace
As the messengers seal
And with Allah as my Lord

To my Fajr time Bird

Aah a golden oldie. I was reading over some of my older poetry and I just had to share this one. It's not amazingly written, the rhyme is iffy in places but it is honest and true and isn't that what poetry is all about. Subhannallah it seems this bird was pretty important to me hence the tribute poem . 

That inevitable moment when I roll over
In that dreamy, hazy sort of state
Neither asleep nor truly awake
And there’s a chilly morning breeze
And the darkness does not feel so dark
The brightest black you’ll ever see

Oh the fajr time bird whose company I won’t deny 
Oh dear fajr time bird if only you knew
How much inspiration I’ve gathered from you
Oh the sweetest chirping by which you recite
The beauty by which you glorify
The one who you have submitted to
And I wonder
 How long you’ve been tweeting
While laying here I have been sleeping
And I wonder why you have not tired 
Praising your lord is all you desire
While I won’t even run from fire
Oh my fajr time bird
My personal Mua’zzin
How you remind me of a majestic word
Your Lord gave you a voice with which you recite 
Oh fajr time bird what would you do
If you were me and I was you
And your Lord had given you
The ability to write and to make wudhu
And to pray in jammat
And you could publish things
And read books from years ago
Learn knowledge wherever you go
What would you do my fajr time bird 
If you had the means to pray as I do
And to be rewarded for all the things I could be too
My dearest fajr time bird
Tell me what would you do
If all that reward was waiting for you
And your Lord said
Do this I will be pleased with you
My fajr time bird you would try to do it all
And you would sleep little 
And you would weep so much
Do you want to know why?
You would want to praise your Lord
In all the ways he has ordained
For everything by which you are sustained
You would praise him for teaching you how to praise
In honour and rank you would be raised
From torment and pain you would be saved
Oh my fajr time bird, I am me and you are you
If a bird with all its merits can do that
Then surely I should be able to do it too

If people only knew what blessings are in the fajr and isha prayers, they would come to them, even if they had to crawl.
Bukhari and Muslim

Night Time Chorus

Surreal moments before dawn

Heart strings intertwine
A chorus so sublime
And it repeats with all that glorious familiarity
The verses we will write
Our hands moved by biro pens

21^st century and romanticism doesn’t end
And sometimes things don’t have to rhyme
To be beautiful
They just need to happen at exactly the right time

In that moment if I could be seated any closer to you
I would
To hear your heart beat with mine
To feel my soul gently press against yours
To live it through your eyes
Oh what tremendous vision I envision

Soft whispers are immense to open ears

We read the book of hope and fear
Voices tremble at our lowly state

Perseverance.

There is an overwhelming desire to fill the silence
For tonight we sing
The songs of tied-up souls
I yearn for the words to flow
Letting them merge lovingly with yours
As we recite the chorus once more

In the narration of al-Baraa` Ibn 'Aazib (may Allah be pleased with him) the Prophet (peace and blessings be upon him) said:

Adorn your voices with the Quran.  
Abu Dawud. Authenticated by Al-Albaanee 

Disclaimer: the above poem, about reciting Quran and learning tajweed, was meant only to inspire actually 'Reciting the Quran in a melodious way whereby it resembles the melody of a song is disliked and is an innovation, a ruling clearly mentioned by Malik, al-Shafi'i, Ahmad bin Hanbal and other imams as well.'

Stated by Shaykh al-Islam Ibn Taymiyyah

Balance

There is a broken safety pin
Bent out of shape by demands
Of my jugular vein.
Snagging the fabric of time
Loose threads pulled by passers by.
I am caught in the fray
Of emotions from long ago.
Hijaab too tight on ears, unable to hear
The cries of loved ones
So long ago.

 “Thus We have appointed you a middle nation.”
 Surah Baqarah, 2:143

Submission

I have run
to the edges of my soul
and burnt the tips of my fingers
Ironing shirts.
Yes, I have run
to destinations unknown
just to feel the wind blow
into the empty chambers
of this worn heart.
The layers of dust and memories.
Indiscernible prison.
I run from the futures I had envisioned
I loathe the reluctant steps
That refuse to run with me.
This heart rejects lies and force fed closure.
Truth overwhelming.
I run no longer.
I have fallen.

“Surely those who are with your Lord (angels) are never too proud to perform acts of worship to Him, but they glorify His Praise and prostrate before Him.”
[al-A’raaf 7:206]

 “And unto Allaah (Alone) falls in prostration whoever is in the heavens and the earth, willingly or unwillingly, and so do their shadows in the mornings and in the afternoons.”
[al-Ra’d 13:15]