In the streets of Mecca
and Medina I pray I get lost.
Searching my way whole
day in heat I will exhaust.

Who knows after being
much tossed and shoved.
I may find the stepped paths
of my Mustafa beloved.

I'll garland and decorate those
paths with flowers nice;
As those will be paths of
success leading to paradise.__

I wish

I could

have you

in my life

the halal way

I wish

someday in sha Allah

I thought I loved you then,
When first looks became long, longing gazes
And smiles became extended conversations.
I thought I loved you then.

I thought I loved you then,
When love was newly pledged,
Fingers intwined, toes burrowing in the sand.
I thought I loved you then.

But now when love has been tested and tried,
And has come through stronger and deeper;
Now after many trials, heartache, laughter and tears,
Now I know that
I only thought I loved you then.

I watch the chatter of long time friends
The jealousy's blooming
It will never end
The thing that's always been there that refuses to let go
This ***** named jealousy is the only friend I know.

A green eyed monster within,
in behaviour satan's akin.
Other's possessions are his attraction,
flies on wings of dissatisfaction.
Hopes more for other's loss than his gain,
can take ugliest of forms without constraint.