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

Wear yours with respect
For it suits you
Even if you're able to fit into mine
You wouldn't be able to walk, wearing them the way I do
Simply because they weren't made to fit you
For they suit me
My integrity

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

She is beautiful,
Wearing red

Within her chest

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

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

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

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

I fear the day where 'assalamou 'alaykoum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakatuh' loses its meaning.

I fear the day where we say 'we're family fi deen'
when it's no longer something we actually mean.

I fear the day where pride,
blocks rays of sunlight.

I fear the day where brothers and sisters lose their way,
living life without thinking 'this could be my last day'.

I fear the day where I will not take heed,
from what I've constantly let you read.

I fear for the Ummah,
forgetting about tawheed.

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

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

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

🤍

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

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

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

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

We're like flowers
Circling light

ٱلْوَلِيُّ
You hold my head up high
Making sure that my body survives, continuously

ٱلْرَّؤُفُ
You make me linger above clouds of mercy
Making sure that my soul trusts where to let go, continuously

ٱلْعَلِيُّ
You made me live on the lowest of grounds
Making sure my ambitions are at highest of site, continuously

Hence
ٱلْوَدُودُ
My cheeks are not to dry
There where rays of light continuously ally

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

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

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.

Words are like water.
When they are being used well, they become a source of life for every living being on this planet. A source of hope.
When we waste them on the other hand,
our tongues will be the first ones to suffer.

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

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

🤍

Focus,
Jannah is just around the corner

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

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

Grow green & turn into gold
Nobody likes a pretty face painted on mold

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

Hetgeen van de tong druipt
stroomt door het hart

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

Inhaling life
Exhaling poetry

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?

I wash my hands with ink
From letters

I wash my heart from ink
With letters

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