The ant glistened in the sun,
The fickle thing was noticed by none
It perfected its crawl,
It journeyed through the ripples,
It traveled, it ran
Not once did it halt
Nor did it sting
As I made prayers to The One
The blackest black that could be attained
It glimmered in the golden dusk of the sun
Never did it look beautiful as it did today
Faint steps that it took across my way
This little creation that people shooed away
By: Aaliyah Alam
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…
O Bestower of innumerous bounties, Bestow the honor of being in Your Shade For what could be better at all Than to have Your Pleasure upon me. My Lord, leave me not make my own commands For then I will indeed be at a loss. O Master of Mercy, Let my weeping heart bring forth…
The once fearful heart is no more so, That fearful heart is now conscious- Of the Unfathomable You. Now that it broke free from worldly fear- The shake heartfelt, is no more of fear. The heart is now at ease, Feeling the Ever-Presence of You, The Caring You! The Merciful You! Here.. Right here.. The…
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
Enlightenment has always been affiliated with the level of development, usually cultural development, that nations and individuals undergo. But here, I will attempt to offer a different take on this subject, or the notion if you’d like to call it. All through the centuries and throughout the history of human civilizations, any attempt to change…
The heart, once lonely, Tonight feels lively. All nights but tonight, The soul was never that Quite. All nights but tonight, I woke up in hope, to night in regret. Start the day with a promise; Which, By night.. Comes to an end. Tonight, I feel You looking from above. Hearing the promise.. observing my…