“In this world, there is a paradise. And whoever does not enter it will not enter the paradise of the hereafter.” {Ibn Taymiyyah} I am content. In my having what I have, not having what I don’t. More content in my limits. In not having. In having less. In a state of peace and serenity….
A Liberating Love
One of the supreme weaknesses that Allah has created the human with is embodied in a desire to have love around him. Allah has created us to love, to desire love and to be moved towards the source of love. The more I see of this world, its days and nights, the more I breathe in…
On Self
My relationship with writing has evolved and matured under the sun. From choosing to write out of the need and desire to be able to write, from being overpowered with thoughts that can create a good piece,… To this state where writing is not something that keeps me afloat or that will support me and…
Ammijaan, My Love
Dear mother, My dear, my precious, my darling. My childlike innocence. Oh, Ammi How can I find another love like yours and how can I ever express myself to you? Perhaps you know already. I am weak in my love for you. Thinking about you pains me and makes me vulnerable. I doesn’t bring me…
On Sustaining
Can I sustain myself in the trivial scuffle I rub against each day? Can I ever go on with my day without having to fear my own mind and how it seems to unconsciously plan malicious vengeance every hour? And by sustaining I mean protecting. I mean tenderly putting to safety my innocence and my…
Days Gone By
Hush, dear heart! I am listening to days begone and trying to decipher the origin of my love. My love, your dear occupant! I am recollecting my own presence in older days. Have I lived all those years myself? Or did someone implant in me a false memory? Really! I don’t believe! You say you’ve…
Hide Away
My Heart has forgotten depth. It doesn’t feel emotions as it used to. Perhaps those emotions are not as raw as they earlier were. And it could be that it has fell into a slumber. And that superfluous vision has embalmed all memories of deep voyages. Maybe I need to wake up. Maybe I need…
Dreaming Reality
In a dream I saw that night, I reminded myself of that, which I must remember. In the dreamy whiteness of the homes that opened up on the street where I walked, wet in the soft winter rain, I learnt the lesson I often overlook in wakefulness. As I adored the purple blossoms inviting me…
The Choice
Which of the two is really mine? For this life entails us to choose one. One truth, one path, one reason, one home. Which one is mine? This one, that i am carving out of love and freedom? Or that one, where I nourished my heart to love? Which one? The one that is still…
From Loneliness
From my loneliness comes this homelessness And so is this loneliness a home for my homelessness. Not that I wish it so. Nor that I ever wished so to be. But life and its strangeness brought me where I am. And I am more hollow than complete More someone else than myself. Oftentimes I see…
Yusra Zainab 