It is not in your beauty that I found love;
It is in your love that I see beauty.

Why have you made the nights your cloaks when the ground is better a comfort?
Weeping for what has left you for what is to stay to come.
Do you not see that dusk comes before dawn?
Why then do you trouble your heart?

You've flooded the Holy grounds with your tears and awoken the nights with your cries and fears, Seeking God.
Yet the ground on which you stand have refused to crumble but you do not care.
You've used too much words. Have you not seen now that it is not quantity, but quality that heavens first hear?

Is he who has made his desire his god same as he who has made God his desire?
Strip yourself off wants and put on contentment attire
Walk with faith and marvel at what you will acquire

I know you have stained yourself again. But come, this river does not run out of flow.
Wash yourself. It is not of ours to judge. Wash yourself till you become one with the river.
Drink from it and be pure of soul.
Drink till you get drunk in His Mercy

©By JIBRIL ABDULMALIK

Maybe,
If we could look through
What claims to be light,
We will see the darkness that rests behind.

Maybe,
If we could look beyond
what is said to be darkness,
We will see the light.
Trapped, just like you and me
— scared of the dark.

Maybe.
Just maybe

©BY ABDULMALIK JIBRIL

Maybe,
If we could look through
What claims to be light,
We will see the darkness that rests behind.

Maybe,
If we could look beyond
what is said to be darkness,
We will see the light.
Trapped, just like you and me
— scared of the dark.

Maybe.
Just maybe

©JIBRIL ABDULMALIK

In your words,
I find cure.
By your look,
My soul enlivens.
O You Who dwells in my hearts.

Unless we tolerate,
We are not peaceful.

Unless we endure,
We are not patient.

Unless we let go,
We are not yet free.

Unless we trust,
We have no faith.

Unless we are compassionate,
We are not humane.

Unless we care,
We do not truly love.

Unless we love,
We have not actually lived.

Unless we understand,
We do not fully know.

© By Abdulmalik Jibril

If only my heart was gold,
Maybe, I'd be so precious to you
That so dearly you'd hold
And never let go.
For our love would have been mystery —unknown

If only my heart was gold,
You'd have left me —heartless
And just as you always say of men,
I'd also sing with bitterness,
"all women are the same".

But my heart is not gold,
So through every broken piece,
I'll always find peace in a whole.

By Abdulmalik Jibril