The heart pinches the mind with agony intertwined
Lost are words needing to be said but left untold
Confused are most with lifes testing host & deeds
Given a clean plate inscribed with fate we hold
Empty are words flying like birds without wings
Deadly is the tongue bitten by some with fear (more…)
Father
Father. I am in Awe of you.
No mountain is as tall as you.
No harm falls upon me when I’m sheltered by you.
Allah is indeed Great for He created you.
Father. You are the hero within me.
You say your getting old but you mature and strengthen in me.
Some see you age but I see you in my youth.
I only hope to become as great as you.
May Allah always bless you with health and have Mercy upon you.
Father. I am yours.
Father. I am you.
~ For DaDajan
Jalal ibn Sa’eed
Lifes Sellers & Buyers
Frustrated heart & anxious soul wanting a new sky
Life has dragged us through the trenches of desires
The scars don’t heal & the hole deepens hiding a lie
Deeprooted are sins & unforgivable say the liars
Unable to remain patient & steadfast & repent to fly
Frustrated love hungry and lost in burning fires
Waiting for the Angel to collect whats due in fear I cry
Final call & a final look at lifes sellers and buyers
By Jalal ibn Sa’eed
Roses need the rain like a poet needs the pain. If poetry was to take form it would be anything but the norm. The words at times may rhyme a hymn from hearts that bleed thoughts born from my whim. Enjoy what you read while tears fall in need to write the light which shines from within my soul.
My poems are here for you to share if you like but please do so by inviting others to this site to read them. I would prefer that to copying and pasting it elsewhere. Jazakum Allahu khairah.
Where did I get my name from? This is about a story.
A humble poem I wish to share “Mohabbat” When all was created and the pens were lifted and the ink had dried A humble few were destined to live in blessed land of honour and pride Soon, they walked upon the mountains & through valleys living with a code There was a simple man who[…]
I close my eyes as I write the words I can see are on the inside of my lids.
I hear the sounds around me but I can’t see their purpose
I hold a torch to light a path through the trees
I open my eyes to see the past of the person in front of me walking into their own future
Everyone moving from one lane to another but getting no where
Not any different than those in the lane they were in before
My deepest sympathy to the parents of the deceased children at Sandy Hook Elementary school in Connecticut. Tears as I look on the reports and realise the tender lives taken and their carers/ teachers who were only working for their future. I pray Allah grant their hearts guidance and sukoon. I only wish for goodness and some peace from Him so they may find their way to continue their lives knowing those little miracles will not be going to school on Monday. They were all our children to as every single parent in the world tonight will look at their own children with worry, fear and empathy for the parents who now know loss no parents should ever have to know. May you all…
[No preview: this is a protected post]The black and white of day and night push the soul
To temptations or revelations the good bad and foul
Light brings not the good one would wish for
But extinguishes darkness playing its evil role
A simple reminder was a lecture given at a funeral a few years ago.
Tawbah is like morphine when coupled with ikhlaas seeping from my soul
Do you know what’s been tightening my turban lately? It’s Easy space.
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