Eid

I am faded henna looking
Back at the anti climax
Wondering how one day
Changed it all

They were veiled praying
With utmost humility
Crying with downcast eyes
Grabbing hold of an opportunity
Before they faded and hoping
With hearts swelling of forgiveness

They were striving
With thobes and tawpis
First row men at fajr time
Seeking for ten days like
the fibre of their being
Depended on it

Her eyes are painted ,black
Like a small testimony
To her former self
And she was shining nur, perhaps
she thought glitter would do
Constricted in her waist hugging
Dress that she'll wear once but
Never again.
Once is enough.

And the men they have eaten
Beyond their full and zuhr waits
and continues to wait deep
into the afternoon
They mark the end in a suit
With a silk tie

They say image is identity
We celebrate Eid like
Christmas minus the tree
Did we fall that quickly?
Or is the question
Who are we?

Fashion as a belief is manifested through clothing.
Yuniya Kawamura Fashion-ology

It was narrated that Ibn ‘Umar said: “The Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: ‘Whoever imitates a people is one of them.’”
Abu Dawud

Narrated by Ali ibn Abu Talib:
The Prophet of Allah (peace be upon him) took silk and held it in his right hand, and took gold and held it in his left hand and said: "both of these are prohibited to the males of my community"
Abu Dawud

Ramadan

This is not your typical , I'm-so-happy-I've-seen-the-moon-lets-fast-and-pray-and-eat-some-dates Ramadan poem. 

The weight of the world
Has crushed feeble shoulders
Stumbling steps are born
From hearts of weak resolve
I no longer wish to face the pain
Bittersweet truths are far too bitter
I have carved the path that I now walk
I am my own nemesis , I am the cause
And the action
Grief and disbelief

This is the end I have chosen to meet

Did I really choose

The temporal over the eternal?

Mistakes are born in ignorance
And carried miserably through in arrogance
To commit the sin knowingly
Is the fall of all that was innocent

So I ask that vile, wretched soul
The blackness of shortcomings

Known and unknown
Is this who you want to be?

I lived a life of no benefit

I yearned for some sort of happiness
So I strived to fill the emptiness

But everything was hollow
I tiptoed around, my heart
How could something wrong
With time become right
I am caught in my own web of lies

Death comes quickly, unexpectedly

It will seize me
In the midst of a moment
That I do not have the blessing

To live to regret

I am weak
On the verge of losing
The faith I cling to desperately

So woefully weak it seems
That I must starve my body
To feed the soul.

My Brother

Everything is frown worthy with him
The glare of the sun on the tv screen
Your inane attempt to understand  cricket teams.
A seemingly normal question , will be branded
Small talk and abandoned
Not lest before he frowns.
It is a superb frown at that
It channels the annoyance
Of angry Uncles everywhere
And presents itself boldly.
The bitter spirit of an old man
On the head of a twenty something.
It is in my own admission
Incredibly amusing.

That wedding last week
Spurred him on it seems.
Though I felt for him
The constant music and free mixing
Was not a nice scene.
Yet the entrance of the bride and groom
Was unbelievably entertaining.
He did not look up at first
But when he did it seems
The bride was far too desi
So he frowned a frown , so profound
That I chuckled and he saw me.
He smiled.

I have come to realize
That this world is frown worthy.
That the sin seeps through every corner
Manifesting itself in disapproval stamped
Across his forehead.

On the authority of Abu Saeed al-Khudri (may Allah be pleased with him) who said:I heard the Messenger of Allah( peace be upon him) say,
“Whoever of you sees an evil must then change it with his hand. If he is not able to do so, then [he must change it ] with his tongue. And if he is not able to do so, then [he must change it] with his heart. And that is the slightest [effect of] faith.”
Muslim