My wants are many,
my desires - endless;
yet my needs are few.
Of that which I have,
I take what I need;
of that which remains,
are portions for you.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC
Quarantine,
you must.
In sha Allah,
Coronever you may.
Fast by day.
By night,
Taraweeh pray.
This is the way.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
I chase after balloons without a second thought. I break into a full sprint down the street, across a parking lot, onto a busy road, just about anywhere, don't care who sees, don't care who stares. I once caught two balloons on the same day within about 5 minutes of each other. It was a great day.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 2:38 PM UTC
Are we not all of us mere visitors upon this Earth,
here but only for a few brief moments,
awaiting an end to our exile,
anticipating the return to our ancestral home,
the Celestial Domicile,
the Heavenly Abode from whence we came,
the birthplace of our spirits,
the sanctuary of our souls?
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
Time has given up on me
And so has gravity,
As I stray through
Barriers of now and then.
Floating through past,
present,
future
Never settling anywhere
A stranger even in
Memories of my own
Don’t mind me, I’m
Just visiting
Just passing through
I’ll be gone soon.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
And in my sleep, I am wide awake.
My dreams are vivid, my dreams are many.
I live and die a thousand lives, each as real as any.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC
I raise the pick-axe high up above my head.
I bring it back down with all my might.
I hear an audible thud at it pierces into the ground.
I change my grip.
The soil turns over as I pry it out of the ground.
I smile to myself in satisfaction at the sight of the churning soil.
It is a calm, soothing sight, worth the magnitude of the effort required to produce it.
I change grips as I ready myself and raise the pick-axe high up above my head once more.
I am the artist,
the Earth my canvas.
The pick-axe is my brush,
the chaos my muse.
Seeds will be sown
and vegetation will be grown.
Spoils will be shared
and cheer will be spread.
But for all the good that is done,
I am the one having all the fun,
for this sight is for me,
this art is my own.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
You are not who you think you are.
Nor are you who you say you are.
Rather, you are
who you prove yourself to be
by the actions you take
and the choices you make.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
Bing Bada Boom,
Legion of Doom.
Hear the World Engine
go 'Vroom Vroom.'
Adam and Eve,
Bride and Groom.
Heavenly Couple
sent down to Earth.
Their wicked *** children
and their twisted *** greed,
wrecked the Earthly Garden
and paid their warnings no heed.
When the day is done
and the fun is over,
the playground is empty and
the children must go home.
Moms and Pops,
They ain't gonna hold back.
We finna get an *** whoopin'.
Its been a long time coming.
All of humanity, get yo *** in line;
CEOs first, emplyees last.
You do the crime,
you do the time.
Dem are de rules
and you brokened them all.
You've run out of time
and there's no way to stall.
Did you forget?
We gotta go back.
The same One who sent us here
will call us all back.
Get your affairs in order
before the conductor comes a-collecting.
Your ticket was punched
the moment you drew your first breath.
Check your itinerary -
duration and detours,
none of them matter.
This trip is one way,
there is no going back.
The destination is final
so be not in denial.
Prepare your defense
and argue your case,
for the Judgement is final
and there shall be no retrial.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 7:47 AM UTC
"So if I do that, nothing can hurt me?
"No, Abdullah, it won't stop the bullets.
If someone is trying to hurt you,
you have to call the police or get help, okay?"
"Even if it's Mommy?"
"Where's daddy?"
"He's never home."
"..."
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC