For the believer, the world is a prison
From Uyghur in China to Gaza in Palestine
whether be Summer, be Winter or any other season
Say Myanmar, say Syria, it is, but a routine
The same land we walk but for me, it...
When you starve your soul
From suffocating by your bed,
And you snail out of your shell
Legs curled in humility,
Hands mapped into a land of repentance.
Your sincerity thrusts
Dew to bleed from your eyes,
Astagfirullah is birthed like a baby.
The memories of sins
Whip...
It was beyond her imagination that I could prefer her for a consort. She knew how deep my involvement in da'wah was, and the kind of a lady that befitted a person of my religious status, hence her worry...
When I die, but
I can still feel an ant crawl on my skin
Hear the hands of the clock as it ticks.
If I could still distinguish between beef and cow skin.
Hear babies cry and cock crows.
Tell the difference between caps...
Stop the clocks, telephones off!
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Silence the pianos with muffled drums
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come
Let the airplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is dead!
Put the...
Death is the beginning of life
In the barzakh, the afterlife
Where all men shall meet Nakeer
And Munkar, both rich and Faqeer
The Chief Examiners in the grave
Tough, straightforward and brave
To answer the questions: man rabbuka?
“Who is your Lord?” Then, mā dīnukā?
“What...
Admiring you from afar,
Loving you in secret
and my prayers to keep
you in the safety of my dreams.
For you are a rare Gem
I gazed for what seems
like a second, too fearful
for speaking and too nervous for approaching.
For you are a...
Gone are the days;
when Adhan would be made,
while dribbling the ball,
flaunting our step-over skills,
A call to sucess;
we were heedless to,
until satisfaction is done
to the blazing love of the pitch.
Gone are the days;
when we would sleep all night,
caressing...
If the Southern wind blows on your face,
The inner mind takes and feel the enjoyment of the vibration,
Ar-Rahaman
Ar-Rahim
This is the blow of our Creator,
Build the wall of love,
Destroy the separation of the earth,
Look for others and spread the words...
To the woman who now seems Older
And who happened to be my blessed Mother
Cherishing me during the age I was Smaller
And also at the moment I became Younger.
Although you are not near to be a Scholar,
But the display of...
