The tide is receding, The Blessings flowing away, My heart weeps for I know… My nights will no longer, Be full of Quran. … I have stood upon the shore, Of a glorious sea, Each verse, each ayat, A wave of exquisite beauty. Crashing upon my soul. … Incredible in His Mercy, He allowed me […]
May 21, 2013
Each day is but a sheet of lined paper Clean and crisp, Unruffled by worry, Not worn, or tired and dirty, But crisp like the morning, When it is given to me. … The seconds, minutes and hours, Are lines upon the sheet of my life, Waiting for my words, For my actions, And my […]
March 3, 2012
Life vibrant and juicy Splashes in splendor for us Enjoy while you can Steal its sweet nectar Breathe in its breathlessness Soon it will be gone Scars of time and grief Will wither away its brilliance And wrinkle its face Soon to join the fallen Fading to obscurity Silent and scentless Droop not in distress […]
September 23, 2011
The years are slipping away in the drudgery of routines that seem to control our very existence. It is as if we are on auto-pilot and we cannot switch to conscious control of our lives. We seem incapable of introducing new, productive habits into our lives even as each day (maybe each year) we wake […]
June 15, 2011
The students trudge slowly into the exam room. Some faces are weary from sleepless nights, while others are full of dread. They take out their pens and brace for the papers to be handed out. Some make silent prayers while others bargain with God, “Please let it be easy. If You make me do well […]
May 9, 2011
The oceans dried up Not one but two, But the words of my Lord written were few, … Each drop of divine ink Each letter, each word Their unchartered depths few have explored … “Sibghtullah” The Colors of Allah Dye yourself in them and attain falah. … The hues of humility The perfect tints […]
May 2, 2011
The light is red. It seems to have been red for an eternity. The minutes tick slowly forward as the heat of the sun mercilessly beats down. Is it broken? I am so late! Not a single vehicle is passing through the intersection. It seems to be red for everyone. The empty intersection shimmers like […]
April 22, 2011
They seem so silent No advice do they give No words of consolation Or apology We put the words That we desire Of praise, of regret In their soft, pleated folds They say, “Ah, yes. Of course you are appreciated. Of course you are loved. Not just by the one who gave you the flowers […]
March 25, 2011
Whenever you return from a trip, especially an enjoyable one, there is a sort of suspension from reality. Some part of your brain refuses to let go of the memories of the moments that have recently passed while another layer of your consciousness nudges you to step into the present. Before I place the first […]
August 5, 2013
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