‘Ask And I Shall Give’

Constricted Choked up with a thousand thoughts Exasperated Exhausted but no rest Want it to stop Don’t want to think Be monotonous Be blind Be lifeless and go on with the crowd A deep breath Sakeena in His Remembrance: “Lord, forgive your slave for she forgets there is no pleasure in blindness.” By: Aaliyah Alam

  While I plea for compassion For my mothers, children and wives I kneel to God And they kneel on my bare back My house is burned down And charred bodies lay on the ground But I cannot try Nor can I cry They wield their weapons And brandish their knives While I plea for…

Tonight, as before.. I run to Thee Amid Life’s submerge, I take refugee in Thee I stand at the door of  Thou Mercy In quest for Thou Munificence Thou Divine Benevolence here I come to seek I raise my hand and tilt my head earnestly Over the shades of materialism incubating my heart Taking over…

I was inspired, by the Qur’an itself, to start this section with The Opening of the Book, Surah Al Fatiha, admitting its meritorious virtues- a supplication, the answer of which is offered throughout the holy text of The Quran. It is Umm al-Kitab – the Source of Origin, or the Mother of the Book, the…

Do you remember the rendezvous with the House of your Lord?
And all of a sudden, the wait seemed so long?
A Blessed guest not ushered in soon?

A one-sided conversation I sustain and bring anew Cloaked in ignorance A monologue is a regular offering as a due Why then the complain of no serenity? Why not a brief but clear understanding of His Magnanimity? Five minutes of recollection But a minute for reflection “I’m trying”, is the objection But off-set focus is…