Secret Advices

I behave erratically ,
indirectly implying advice and
twisting the subject before you realize
Hiding ulterior motives as if I had something to hide
But truth is I am sneaking diamonds into your bag
Hoping that you won't toss it out because of
The added weight on your shoulders that
Perhaps one day you'll find it and
Wear it on your sleeve

So here I am sleuthing to gain the wisdom
To slip good words into idle conversations
That maybe it'll slip off your tongue
I am hinting blatantly and nudging forcibly
Yes, I am guilty like a mother making healthy treats
Of wanting only good for you

And though I am the one speaking
And hoping and dreaming after all this time
It feels as if you, are the one who is asleep


Already have We urged unto hell many of the jinn and humankind, having hearts wherewith they understand not, and having eyes wherewith they see not, and having ears wherewith they hear not. These are as the cattle - nay, but they are worse! These are the neglectful.
Surah Al-Araf

May Allah protect us from being amongst these people

Black History Month

We have failed to live 
The lives that they died for
 He was black
With boulders on his back
That perhaps these shoulders of ours
Won't tire in servitude to our desires that
We may push our own personal reality
Fragility an excuse not to push the boundaries
That the norms of society should break
Rather then the bones of men disgraced
Not in the least because their place
Reserved in a History of tragedy that swelled
From the pride in the hearts of I
 that he is lower than me but isn't it
Adam and Eve and the dust in his face
Was from the very place we all came
So arrogance is triviality when we are but
Fallen leaves from a forbidden tree
And so in the mercy of who we can be
From sacrifices made by the blood of the weak
Whose cries determined carried wide to guide
The hearts of men to peace and
Commonality of life
That upon strife we as human beings bleed
The same need to find internal tranquility
So I end with words marked in History
The truth is such that it is repeated unlimitedly
That this heart despite it all still dreams

Useless Knowledge

We are all pencils.
Twisting and turning through life
Leaving trails of sharpening and destruction
In paths of a pursuit for a point
So sharp, so defined, so beyond
Our egotistical minds that our
Application comes readily with complication
That what we have found so precise , applied
Turn to black dust on the page of scrolls
Which sought to write our deeds, unachieved
Or worst still the paper rips beneath our feet
As we, toil in our deceit that from books shall gain
Life complete , unanswered questions responded to
Long ago but we are lost from a path straight  because
We wait for coordinates to a place without a need
These pencils were meant to write and the plight of us
Is that our headstrong need to be wise has brought lies
To bodies knowing but not doing as the
lead of these pencils thins
The journey from death begins

O you who believe! Why do you say that which you do not do?
Most hateful it is with Allâh that you say that which you do not do.
Surah As-Saff

'I have not created men and jinn except to worship Me.'
Surah Al Dhariyat

Human Love

She covers her head with see through thread yet
It is enough to be labeled one of us and her legs
bounce delicately as she shifts in her place melting
Into him , who fiddles with tassels and
Whispers " I love you" , giggling still.

That head rests so firmly by his chest
I wonder if the beat reminds her
The same way it reminds me
After all of  his affection in what
He sought after of perfection in his selection
It pesters me to see hands entwined
And hearts close but not enough to say
"Just us" to the world because he took
Her hand without the question

I watch as she is climbing ropes
That he will let go and
Fibers dig into hands that burn
But much closer to this mind
Is a more tangible concern

How could she be so close
And yet not know that when
He leans towards her and
Lowered voices breathe one breath
Can't she feel, that he
In his claim of love is so incredibly
Human

We are fragile beings fumbling
For hope and passion within limbs
That break and if his heart is so inclined
But no, he waits, he can bring himself to wait
Then there is no stability in our fragility
And no weight to his empty claims
He believes with the conviction
Of his throat not his soul
So if you love his words then know
They quieten with every half held dream
Of just us tomorrow

Remember with everything you give to him, the less of you there is then.
Dating is but words. Marriage is a contract.
*sigh* Don't taint the love people. Seriously, don't taint the love...

Bipolar

The Story of my Life - Part II

There is a type of anger anew
To these veins that splutter and
Silence falls lest the bile spew

He walks on the other side of the street
This kalimah stops me in my tracks
Perhaps he loves Allah too perhaps
More than I do, I want to scream

I am stone is his presence
Cannot fathom emotion , the notion
Of which is too strong

They unpick stitches one by one
At random they pull the string loose
I was once whole, now split in two

I cannot hate him, it seems
I abhor the sin that this tongue
Cannot begin to explain , the pain
That wanes when away from faces
Empty , unremembered, of the false
Promises made last September

For part one click here

Abu Qilaba reported: Abu Ad-Darda, may Allah be pleased with him, once came upon a man who was being beaten because of his sin, and they were abusing him. He said, “What do you think if he had fallen into a well, would you not try to rescue him?” They said, “Yes.” He said, “Then do not abuse your brother, and praise Allah who has protected you from sin.” They said, “Do you not hate him?” He said, “Indeed, I only hate his sinful deed, but when he leaves it then he is still my brother.”
Abu Na’eem, Hilyat Al-Awliya, 793

Al-hamdulilah.
May Allah protect us from every evil act.
May Allah give us patience.

Ameen

Handshakes

Shaking hands break under
The pressure of social norm
I am fast paced thinking gone wrong
My regret is such
That I hope it lasts because this
Skin is agitated, contaminated
Awaiting the silence after the storm
So the icky words pour, witness
To it all , every nerve knew
A crime of such gore
Tongue speak up in advance
Make your voice heard before
The piercing of the head
Between life and never death
Mistakes come easily in the heat
Of flames that greet
You at the door
But this Hijaabi shan't shake
The hands abhorred

"It is better for you to be stabbed in the head with an iron needle than to touch the hand of a woman who is not permissible to you."
Sahih Al Jaami'

For Money

We are refilling mugs at midnight, bodies
Starting assignments we've left too long it seems
Our hands numb but still alive bleed
When paper cuts slice too deeply crying
Because the screen stings our eyes
Close at night but we fight
Our nature for increased efficiency
We toil religiously for a bitter well done
Appreciation that guilts this heart
Into higher expectations
Next time

She is all tears for a vacation
After 40 years as if they really care
We are the sacrificial lambs on the alter
Breaking bones , friendships, marriages
After a success that pains us to achieve
We are missed memories being carried
In golden carriages away from the content
We seek and they'll say how much
They loved us when we're dead perhaps
If they remember that you were
Sugar without the cream

They give us lunch breaks to feed
Everything but the soul and we are allowed
To think only what we're told
New York dreams rip at the fold
As we have fallen into the holes
That we dug so ardently for gold

'But as for him who is stingy and complacent.
And denies goodness.
We will ease his way towards difficulty.
And his money will not avail him when he plummets.'
The Night ,Quran