Senselessly, I wanted
No tongue, to prevent me from speaking ill
No eyes, assuming I wouldn't have to see the horrors of this dunya
No ears, to prevent me from hearing anything ill
A numb body, assuming I wouldn't be able to walk astray
Sickness, to gain patience and to get closer to You, Allah

Instead, You gave me
A voice, perhaps to gain patience and to get closer to You, Allah
Sight, perhaps to see and follow the right path
Hearing, perhaps to remind me of Your mercy
A strong body, perhaps to take a stand against all evil
Health, perhaps to avoid me from speaking ill

If her death is like that of a rose
Turning into soil

Then how is death not the beginning of life?

Hetgeen van de tong druipt
stroomt door het hart

We're still fighting life
as if we stand a chance against Death.

"We don't want you inside our borders but we will try to get inside yours"

They fell asleep to the sound of rattling chains
And dream to sell its lullaby

We live in a world where people introduce themselves with names of honor, but refuse to act accordingly.

Openness is vulnerability and vulnerability is beautiful. That's why we love roses.

Though. Many of us are afraid of getting pricked by thorns in places that already hurt. So instead of simply trying to hold on to the rose, many admire it from a distance.
Until the chance of actually holding & keeping it dies.

Did they forget that rose petals have healing properties too?

Light is the tongue that speaks his heart, using 'aql

I don't want to fall in love at the end of downfall


I want to fall in love when the world starts to come to an end
Only to witness true strength, true principles, true colour


I want to fall in love with one who already has fallen dead in love with his Lord


And when I do,
It's because he asked Allah swt to whiten his sight, and to increase the glowing of his chest

And when I do,
It's because He placed love in me too

🤍

The wind is chasing trees,
I hear the green leaves
And I hear the green leave,
Unfortunately
I see a desert giving birth
To another sea

You can keep inhaling the ashes of my people

But i assure you
We will keep exhaling poetry,
For our breath is burning hot

Surely, one day
It will reach you

People never really leave
You either meet them again in person 
Or you'll find their flowers blooming, contemplating that image in the mirror

Wat is een kind zonder huis
Anders dan een staat zonder volk

Some sleep after birth only to wake up dead

You're crowned with the beauty of His wisdom
Wearing red, within your chest

She is beautiful,
Wearing red

Within her chest

You are so beautiful Ma Sha Allah Allahouma Barik.
Yes! I'm talking about you!

Imagine someone putting you together, piece by piece.
Every detail, every inch, every atom that makes you YOU was put together with utmost wisdom. His wisdom.
He swt wants you to look the way you actually look; amazing.

He wants you to have that skin color and texture. He wants you to have those beautiful eyes, even if you can't see through them. He wants you to have that beautiful nose, lashes, eyebrows, arms, legs, hands, feet and so on. Even if certain parts do not work properly, even if you do not fit into the beauty standards of today's world. And even if people start calling you names.

Remember, He named you first.
He swt named you with utmost wisdom, care and love.
Don't lose that name. Please, don't lose the way He created you just to fit into a beautified lie..

Love, I want you to understand that there is wisdom in every inch of your body; His wisdom. Meaning you're constantly carrying His wisdom around. That way you're constantly reminded of your name, of who you truly are;
A servant of Allah swt, crowned with the beauty of His wisdom

🤍

Inhaling life
Exhaling poetry

We're like flowers
Circling light

If we started, using
﷽
How different would the taste of tongues be

When thunder is replaced with the screaming of an unborn child
And clouds choose to rain tears instead

When this dunya becomes a graveyard
And the seven seas give birth to one ocean of death

When the empty stomach of a black coloured men makes for a white supremacist's money bag

And when your lungs are used to carry the ashes of my faithful men

Then don't read to us from tales that greyed out your chest
Read of the walls that collected broken limbs
Read, from heart to chest
Read red to us

I fell in love
With His words, His promises, His ways

And I fell, hard
Into sujood

The day I had fallen in love
With Death

He's there having patience with you
Maybe you should have patience with others too

A lot of men are quick to think that they're loved by everyone just because of one kind soul.

A lot of women are quick to think that they're hated by everyone just because of one sick heart.

He finds his soul
In books, overflowing pages

A believer's beauty is found in his sight,
Rather than his eyes.

Focus,
Jannah is just around the corner

-
If it is true love what makes your beating heart,
Remind me of death

Het is haar natuur
Wisten zij van hetgeen haar takken droegen,
En *** het water haar met de grond deed verenigen

Dan reikten zij de wolken,
En waren zij, eveneens
In regen bezonken

To tell her she is oppressed,
They try assaulting her for the way she is dressed

To command being served,
They try ****** her for the way she was curved

They're the classless that spit upon her key, her name,
For not inviting them freely into her house. What a shame.

Their violation forced humanity to live early life in a tomb,
Unaffected, she carries on, as she carries the world in her womb

When you see me,
Alone
Don't fool yourself by thinking I've lost everything I've ever had, and lost everyone I've ever met
For I am facing the qibla
Alone, with everything I am,
And everyone I ever was

It is you, who wouldn't care enough to see
I am gathered, by The Greatest of company

And value was the ink with which their names were written

They have occupied the blue
Thinking the green will follow,
Naturally

She's in a constant state of comfort, pure bliss
Knowing she wouldn't be pricked by a thorn,
If it wasn't for the smell of rizq colouring His roses

She's in a constant state of purity
As His clouds turn into heavy storms above her head
Gently rinsing away the bad, returning her only for the good

She's in a constant state of obedience,
As gratefully awake she is
Her eyes let go of tears with utmost ease
Honoured, they fall and sink into the lowest of grounds
Only to join His droplets of rain, humble, in their firmest sujood

They are waiting for others to love them
While having hearts of their own

He got distracted by the shimmering of a fruitless mirage

He drank until drunk

Dust covered up his tongue, forcing his heart to swallow stone

He drank until dust

He drank until mirroring
The very same mirage

He drank,
Fruitlessly

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵, 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓮.
𝓝𝓸𝔀, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂:
𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵?
𝓓𝓲𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓾𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯?
𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂?
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂?
...
𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭?

The heart becomes mesmerizing
When overpowered by the scent of one's soul

Verdronken in geest
Tongen blind gemaakt
Harten, met lood ingegoten
Doof voor eigen naam

Als waterdruppels hebben zij zich laten absorberen door het stof van deze dunya
Zij verkeren in droogte, enkel en alleen om mee te kunnen praten over de hardheid waarmee zij de ziel wensen te verpletteren

Zij hebben *** huizen kostenloos weggegeven
En zijn gaan leven in de bek van een slang
Achteloos wachten zij op de sleutel der goedkeuring
Vol wetenschap van *** mogelijke ondergang

Als een Juliet-roos
Uiterst kostbaar om te oogsten
Een hart als fluweel, als een boeket aan rozen
Geeft hoge noten af, diepe, eindeloze kleuren

Zij die oogsten, zijn bedachtzaam
Geschikt, zoals ik uit jou ben voortgekomen
En voor wie onzorgvuldig is
Ben ik, zorgvuldig, als een doorn in het oog