#abdulmalikjibril
You said you saw me dancing in the rain.
You said I looked happy and sane.
If only you were truly true,
You would have noticed my pain.
If only you really knew
And not just claim,
You would have seen that my tears were the rain.
Dear friend,
If only you were truly true,
Maybe I would still be alive today.
Maybe. Just maybe.
—Abdulmalik Jibril
Sep 9, 2022
Sep 9, 2022 at 1:13 PM UTC
Some things are just not meant to be,
No matter how hard we try.
We cannot alter "The Decree",
No matter how much we cry.
What will fall will fall,
No matter how high the rise.
What will crawl will crawl,
Even if it has mastered the sky.
Sometimes, for some things to live,
Others have to leave.
For some things to come,
Others have to go.
And sometimes to free and be free,
We have to let go and let be.
Everything happens for a reason.
For which more important questions are, than "why?".
If we fight and fight,
And we try and try.
Yet, what we want passes us by,
Then we should come to realize,
Not all we want will be
But all that be is all we need.
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 5:57 AM UTC
I said it wasn't my country,
so I watched her milks turn acids
her blood diluting her rivers of honey
and her tears washing off her own fertility.
I had no fear—
for it wasn't near.
I said it wasn't my tribe,
so I saw,
but pretended not to have even looked
I listened,
but pretended not to have even heard
Yet it was written on my every line;
they aren't of my kind.
I didn't care—
for it wasn't my tears.
I said it wasn't my religion,
so I turned my back
reciting from my scriptures
I have eyes, but had no vision.
I had no fear—
for of God, who dares?
It came for my country, but I wasn't near
It went for my tribe, but I wasn't there
It came for my religion, but I wasn't aware.
Now it has come for me,
but there's no one here.
By Abdulmalik Jibril
©2019
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 4:58 AM UTC
Today, I am again closer
to everything mine —destined.
Better than I was,
Good for how I want,
And best for what is to come.
That, I know, without doubt.
As much as I have gone farther,
I know I am yet to be
where I want to be.
Just as I know, without doubt,
What will be will be.
I am at peace and ease
Knowing Who holds the wheel.
Whatever comes after
Was never meant to come before.
And whatever comes before
Was never meant to come after.
However, whenever.
Today, I am wiser and stronger
than I was yesterday.
But I am not getting any younger
Just so you know,
Today, I am a year older.
©By Abdulmalik Jibril
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 4:47 AM UTC
There are voices
in my head.
They tell me
what to say and do
and what not to,
when to say and do
and when not to,
how to say and do
and how not to,
And why.
These voices
are those of my best friend.
They will never leave
as long as I live.
Is there a friendship
greater than this?
©Abdulmalik Jibril
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
When you see me smiling —all by myself
Or dancing —holding hands with the wind,
Do not think me crazy.
For this music, only my kind understands:
The echoes of the songs of the beloved;
The reflection of the beloved's beauty.
From where no one hears nor sees
But the lover.
By Abdulmalik Jibril
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
It is not in your beauty that I found love;
It is in your love that I see beauty.
And if you care as much,
I would care more.
If you care more,
I would care most.
For this path of ours is not blind,
But truth from love's perspective.
If hate ponders this path of ours,
It shall find nothing of its kind,
But evolve,
Just as we have, in love
Beyond all barriers –the isms:
Racism; tribalism; religionism,
To become one –WE:
You, me and love.
©Abdulmalik Jibril
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 6:45 AM UTC
When the morning comes,
admirers follow, and leave with it.
But lovers meet at night
and never leave.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
O Sacred friend,
I called ninety-nine times and one.
And in every call, I love the more
For in the calling,
I die of my old self to live anew.
©By Abdulmalik Jibril
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 8:38 AM UTC
It is not in your beauty that I found love;
It is in your love that I see beauty.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 8:31 AM UTC
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
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 5:43 AM UTC
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
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
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
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
In your words,
I find cure.
By your look,
My soul enlivens.
O You Who dwells in my hearts.
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 4:54 AM UTC
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
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 4:43 AM UTC
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
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
I thought of love,
then I lost myself.
For I found it
beyond my knowingness.
Again, in my lost self,
I thought of love
and love found me.
Then it became of me,
as I, of it.
Now, love is me and I am love.
—JIBRIL ABDULMALIK ©2019
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC