Frozen

It would be a dream to say
The pages of my book drew dust
That nothing passed in my absence
If life was to freeze on peace
Are my hands too numb to read
All the things I've written

So tell me about my departure
Oh but how could it be
When you were on my lips
My hands cupped
Towards a Lord of all the Lords
Upon a throne,
Within a night
Amongst the rain
I hope that some things
Would never change

If I was an ice sculpture
In that moment
All I am in need of
is shade

Jabbir reported :I heard Allah's Apostle (ﷺ) as saying. Every servant would be raised (in the same very state) in which he dies
Sahih Muslim 2878

There are seven whom Allah ill shade in His Shade on the Day when there is no shade except His Shade: a just ruler; a youth who grew up in the worship of Allah, the Mighty and Majestic; a man whose heart is attached to the mosques; two men who love each other for Allah's sake, meeting for that and parting upon that; a man who is called by a woman of beauty and position [for illegal intercourse], but be says: 'I fear Allah', a man who gives in charity and hides it, such that his left hand does not know what his right hand gives in charity; and a man who remembered Allah in private and so his eyes shed tears.' 
Narrated by Abu Hurairah

Sahih al-Bukhari & Sahih Muslim 

Train Ride

It feels as if noises accumulate
Like falling snow on shoulders jutted
Outwards with pride , inwards with
Nothing much, masks the sound
Of passersby
One face ticks over to the next
And you'll see them filling time
Filling boxes on crosswords
Reading headlines that
Few make time to do anything about
And the worst thing is
When you see eyes in thought
Quiet crawling on the skin
The lids they
Close
How strange? How ajeeb
Over the most beneficial thing
They choose sleep
Truly, did he think that he would not have to return (to Us)!
Surah Inshiqaaq

One Autumn Later

Surpassed Part II

She was a winter coat, a long scarf and boots reaching her knees under her abaya. Her gloved hands gripped an oversized folder and occasionally a thermostat filled with coffee . She was the type to stay late at the library , typing furiously, finishing biro pen after biro pen, one job to the next. She was also the type to wait until the librarian was preoccupied and climb two flights of stairs, to walk back and forth between the shelves , just to admire long forgotten books. You’d seldom know she was there at all save for the occasional dusty finger print.

It was 4:07 when she left the house that morning, an old backpack slung across her shoulders. Less thought more walk.  There was dawn not quite sprawled across city pavements and a girl walking with such determined footing you’d never guess.

A small, black stairwell opposite the park.

It didn’t take much, just the kick of a heel, her boots flung surprisingly neatly into a corner, her bag much the same, with a small chink –a bracelet she didn’t have the heart to throw away.

Naseeha and Futility

If I took words that I
Was too weak to say
And said them anyway
If I cried and wrote poetry
If I tried
How much would be enough
I gave it everything I had this time
She told me to speak on a human level
How much more human could you get
I've ripped scabs off old wounds
Just so you can see they exist
I gave it my all
It feels like deep
Inside somethings bleeds
I gave it my all
If it isn't enough
Then I'm afraid
Terrified
That there is nothing
Else I could do

Both

The dual nature of things hurts

I wonder how it could be that
The ones you love that become the means
To save you, hurt you
And I love the person but hate the sin
Where did all our promises go?
This heart hesitates to write again
But that is how it is

I guess never agains fade
You could say things a thousand times
But if your words have no weight
then it's all just worthless

I cried when my Grandfather died
I cried when she was hospitalized
I cried when my Grandmother died
But not much
It's all relative and I have cried far more
For you, I woke countless nights
And couldn't sleep countless more
I hate the sin, I hate it like words couldn't describe
When you are stagnant in your own words for so long
I think thats when little parts of you die
Again

I'm sorry if you thought this was going to be on Ramadan , Inshallah maybe another day

The End of a Chapter

It began in a small college prayer room
And it ended in a small college prayer room
As for what came between the two
The poetry of the poets does little justice
It was all Quran, prayer and sisterhood
It was a home for uneasy hearts
There was advice and sincerity  and time
Passed so gently
You cannot explain a chapter perfectly
Without rewriting the chapter itself
Shall I start at the first salaam
Or pen the letters of a Friday sujood
Start at the beginning but my heart
It runs in loops and we've tied the loose ends
Whats left is fabric, silk and green
Gold brocade and a place
Where there are no goodbyes
Just eternity, and excellent company
Ameen

'The Deen (religion) is naseehah (advice/sincerity)'. We said 'To whom?' He (peace be upon him )said 'To Allah and His Book, and His Messenger, and to the leaders of the Muslims and their common folk.'
 Muslim
As for such, theirs will be Gardens of Eden, wherein rivers flow beneath them; therein they will be given armlets of gold and will wear green robes of finest silk and gold embroidery, reclining upon throne therein. Blest the reward, and fair the resting-place!
Surah Kahf
Verse 31

What Poetry Could Suffice?

Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) delivered his last sermon (Khutbah) on the ninth of Dhul Hijjah (12^th and last month of the Islamic year), 10 years after Hijrah (migration from Makkah to Madinah) in the Uranah Valley of mount Arafat. His words were quite clear and concise and were directed to the entire humanity.

After praising, and thanking Allah he (peace be upon him ) said:

“O People, lend me an attentive ear, for I know not whether after this year, I shall ever be amongst you again. Therefore listen to what I am saying to you very carefully and TAKE THESE WORDS TO THOSE WHO COULD NOT BE PRESENT HERE TODAY.

O People, just as you regard this month, this day, this city as Sacred, so regard the life and property of every Muslim as a sacred trust. Return the goods entrusted to you to their rightful owners. Hurt no one so that no one may hurt you. Remember that you will indeed meet your LORD, and that HE will indeed reckon your deeds. ALLAH has forbidden you to take usury (interest), therefore all interest obligation shall henceforth be waived. Your capital, however, is yours to keep. You will neither inflict nor suffer any inequity. Allah has Judged that there shall be no interest and that all the interest due to Abbas ibn ‘Abd’al Muttalib (Prophet’s uncle) shall henceforth be waived…

Beware of Satan, for the safety of your religion. He has lost all hope that he will ever be able to lead you astray in big things, so beware of following him in small things.

O People, it is true that you have certain rights with regard to your women, but they also have rights over you. Remember that you have taken them as your wives only under Allah’s trust and with His permission. If they abide by your right then to them belongs the right to be fed and clothed in kindness. Do treat your women well and be kind to them for they are your partners and committed helpers. And it is your right that they do not make friends with any one of whom you do not approve, as well as never to be unchaste.

O People, listen to me in earnest, worship ALLAH, say your five daily prayers (Salah) fast during the month of Ramadan, and give your wealth in Zakat. Perform Hajj if you can afford to.

All mankind is from Adam and Eve, an Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab nor a non-Arab has any superiority over an Arab; also a white has no superiority over black nor a black has any superiority over white except bypiety (taqwa) and good action. Learn that every Muslim is a brother to every Muslim and that the Muslims constitute one brotherhood. Nothing shall be legitimate to a Muslim which belongs to a fellow Muslim unless it was given freely and willingly. Do not, therefore, do injustice to yourselves.

Remember, one day you will appear before ALLAH and answer your deeds. So beware, do not stray from the path of righteousness after I am gone.

O People, NO PROPHET OR APOSTLE WILL COME AFTER ME AND NO NEW FAITH WILL BE BORN. Reason well, therefore, O People, and understand words which I convey to you. I leave behind me two things, the QURAN and my example, the SUNNAH and if you follow these you will never go astray.

All those who listen to me shall pass on my words to others and those to others again; and may the last ones understand my words better than those who listen to me directly. Be my witness, O ALLAH, that I have conveyed your message to your people”.

Courtesy of Forever Me