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

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

Her genre,
Honorable.
Her design,
Respected.
Her character,
Dignified.
Her pages,
Well lettered.
Her story,
Unread.
Like a book, mesmerising,
Yet too often judged by her cover.

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

We're like flowers
Circling light

Like an autumn tree
Let us absorb reality
Starting at the roots
Until our branches rain mastery

Reflect upon us like the sun does
Enlighten my trunk, my fiber
Sweeten the fruits of my leaves
Only to match the touch of saffron soil

To grow green, silk & brocade, I pray
Ending fall season, turned into gold, I supplicate
Naggingly I ask You, ٱلْمُعِزُّ
Gather this four-season-Ummah with just one breeze

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

We don't like keeping in the dark
Thus, we sleep at nighttime
Only when the brightness of the sun kisses our lands, we wake up

Like flowers, turning towards the sun
In order to grow

It's almost as if we're eager to forget that seeds grow healthy long before they're greeted by the sun
It's almost as if we're eager to forget that we're always in need of darkness in each of our lives

Flowers absorb their nutrition out of the dark, like humans, only to grow stronger

Thus, we sleep at nighttime
Only to run towards His light as soon as possible

They didn't like me for covering up 

So the next day I turned to them, vulnerable
Stripped from my veiled self, humbled my eyes, shared the sweetness of my speech as if we have shared the same womb

In exchange, I obtained angry faces, eyes heavy on madness, deaf by the screaming of their own cries
In the raw I stood there, thunderstruck
Reckless tongues spitting words as if destruction lit itself on fire
Now I realize, perhaps it was not the soul but the body they desire

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

🤍

We shine bright,
Like the morning star,
Because of sunlight.

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

Inhaling life
Exhaling poetry

She is beautiful,
Wearing red

Within her chest

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

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

And value was the ink with which their names were written

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?

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

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

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

🤍

Hearts skipping beats,
Unable to vent,
1, 2, 3...
الى متى؟

Lungs filled up with dust,
Medical was attacked,
11, 12, 13...
الى متى؟

Eyes running out of tears,
Unable to occupy,
21, 22, 23...
الى متى؟

Voices heard deeply,
Some pilloried, some bombed,
31, 32, 33...

√'Wir haben es nicht gewusst'
71, 72, 73... Suffocated by injustice.
الى متى يا عمي؟

You are searching for stability,
As the ground starts to shake violently,
To settle down,
You hold on firmly to your base,
Burying maternal strength, like a ship striking its anchor.

Ignorance sought for what has been anchored, for centuries only to be obscured.

In the eye of the hurricane,
I stand with you,
Estranged from one another,
Yet having the same escutcheon;  أمي.
It is she who taught us how to lace our shoes,
Who taught us how to walk,
Using the heart as our ultimate compass.

Ignorance transfixed the compasses of our brothers and sisters,
in order to make us wander off.

Don't they know?
We shared the same womb,
Even if we don't share the same name.
It is our vision,
With which we maintain our reverberation.

His ignorance did not recall the ground on which he tried to march.
Nor was he able to understand that her compass was not born,
To be destroyed.

Like an unbreakable ship,
She is equipped with unprecedented durability.
Once again,
Not to be destroyed.

Some sleep after birth only to wake up dead

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.

Upon words, correct your attitude
|
Use them with gratitude
|
As speech was born in altitude

He finds his soul
In books, overflowing pages

Shallowness got them waiting on a valueless ♡letter.
Whilst You've sent them a ♡book, containing 114 ♡chapters.. Oh Loving One, if they only knew better.

Darkness got their hearts blindfolded, they can't see.
He, not my brother, has the soul of a detainee.
Whilst Your Light gave us sight, the opportunity to just be and for our souls to remain free.
...

Though, there are times where we don't know how to pursue.
Naggingly we beg You to help us through,
Cause all we want is being so heavenly close to You.

Guide, please help the lost too,
And please ٱلْغَفَّارُ forgive this veiled crew.
Every interaction makes me blue.
Oh only if the meaning to Your divine words they knew..

Almost everyday my soul sang,
Trying to cope with the fact that I couldn't get along,
With those who are constantly whispering another song.

I felt left out for generations,
Not impressed by their so called sensations,
Not dealing the same way with worldly temptations.

To the extent that I almost doubted what we inhaled,
It couldn't be the same, with their hearts veiled..
Made me think about us being scaled, and therefore not wanting to act derailed.

I've left myself out of this tremendous way of living,
Only to hear them whisper what I should be giving,
Parts of my soul and body - why bother, isn't He Most Forgiving?

Now I can't say I do,
I give away parts of my breath whenever I try to exhale - for if they only knew..
My soul is still intact, my body attached to the feeling of obeying You.

If oppressing becomes permissible,
Law already is underrated.

If colours mean more to you than life does,
My condolences on your gritty being.

If water turns into money,
Fruits will eventually stop growing.

If you are constantly busy comparing your body with someone else's,
Your soul becomes a slave of the wrong embodiment.

If immorality is the trend of this era,
My style is out of date.

The oppressor,
Oppresses,
The oppressor.

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

You love yourself
As much as you love obeying Him

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

He tried squeezing moisture out of dry sand
And made of his body, most deserted island

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

Then how is death not the beginning of life?

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

I wash my hands with ink
From letters

I wash my heart from ink
With letters

When your eyes go blind your heart tends to help with your sight, but when your heart goes blind you won't be able to see clear.
Even when having the best sight of all time.

Leer van jouw ogen,
Zij zijn als boten welke altijd in goede conditie verkeren,
Zij zijn niet in staat te verdrinken door het water die haar binnenste opvult,
Verstrengeld als zij zijn, staan zij hoog terwijl de tranen die zij afscheiden zich naar het laagste punt wenden,
Blind of verblind, zij zullen altijd blijven werken - zij zijn op'gedragen.

Mijn geliefde peddelaar, waarom dwing jij je ziel dan te verdrinken in zeeën van gedachten welke het licht niet hebben gezien, noch de zoete smaak van zuurstof hebben geproefd?

Ik regen,
Noem mij intens,
Wolken zijn om te breken,
Vruchtbaar is het land waarvan ik oogst.

Zonnestralen verlichten plaats en tijd,
Kleuren komen tot leven,
Ik reflecteer.

Noem mij bij wet,
Als jij leest en begrijpt,
Mijn naam is een gegeven begrip,
Voor het leven dat zich in regenbogen manifesteert.