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

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

My face
Curved in such a way only the wealthy can see its value

My heart
To its beating only the blind are deaf to hear

My soul
Like one droplet of a cloud
If one droplet falls, all will fall
We break at the right time
Until we learn to grow
Until we're green, worthy of silk
Until roots find their tree
Until rivers find their sea

Until we rise

Until there is no difference between you and me
Until we're merged, like a cloud, once again
Until we learn to hold onto each other
Until we learn that sweet and salty water don't merge

Until we learn that you and I
Were born to reunite

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.

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

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My style is out of date.

He finds his soul
In books, overflowing pages

You keep reading
The same word
Over and over again
Wishing and praying for another chapter to begin
Instead of simply turning the page 

You keep romanticizing
The same words
Over and over again
Wishing and praying for another's plot
Instead of simply twisting your own

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

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

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?

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

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?

You love yourself
As much as you love obeying Him

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.

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.

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

Then how is death not the beginning of life?

Solitude never tires the one who's constantly awake

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

Some sleep after birth only to wake up dead

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

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؟

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

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

The oppressor,
Oppresses,
The oppressor.

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.

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.

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

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

Love the words you use.
You will meet them again soon, in the same way you've let them go.

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