On Leaving

Baggages I didn’t know exist Are taking shape before my eyes One two three and four I count them half-heartedly Realising that now, now leaving would be hard Harder than I had presumed. If a home calls me to it with a promise of a better life,Another home cuddles up close out of fear of…

On Moving Afar

What days have I left behind? Days of secret solitude.  My beloved moments of silence. What have I climbed over? The fragrant flowers of detachments My dearest moments of freedom What has been withdrawn from me? The warm cloak of Love My pleasant encounters with tears. Now here are words that I can’t escape Here…

On Belongingness

Where do you belong? Do you belong to your place of living? Or do you belong to where you hope to live? Do you belong to the breath you take as you read this? Or to the ones you hope to take? Or do you, for your own reasons, belong to the house you have…

Of Pain and Cure

Sometimes writing down long passages directed to Allāh subhanahuwata’ala appear to be easier than uttering them out to Him. For me, as now, it appears that my heart would find more comfort to frame my feelings in words than to have my lips move and search for phrases that would contain my thoughts. So silently,…

A Sufficient Trust

“The real meaning of absolute trust (tawakkul) is delegating all one’s affairs to Allaah subhanahu wa ta’ala, making a clean escape from the murky darkness and gloom of personal choice and self-management, and advancing to the arena where the divine decrees and foreordainment are experienced directly.” -Al-Ghunya li-Talibi Tariq al-Haqq: Sufficient Provision for the Seekers…

Words

لَّا يَسْمَعُونَ فِيهَا لَغْوًا وَلَا كِذَّٲبًا No ill speech will they hear therein or any falsehood…(78:35) Words. Distasteful. Contemptible. Words, once uttered, eternal. Words, that could have been held back, avoided. But words, that were issued still. Knowingly, like a stealthing sword, with its blade poisoned. Searing unsparingly at the enemy’s chest. But the enemy…

On Flames

The heart today heaved with those impalpable flames that have remained in a deep slumber for so many years. And I could only faintly discern it from the burning of the pain that I have been accustomed to. But it wasn’t the pain that it heaved with. It wasn’t a gloom that burned within. Nor…

Endless

I want to write something. But I do not know exactly what. Perhaps the reason is the incompleteness of the answers that I have secured from life. To hold the fragmented pieces of events on their way to completion is not a very persuasive position to be in. It is as if I am dripping…

To Ask of You

If I say to you under my breath That I want that glittery star over my head That I want the half moon to hang by my neck And the drops of dew as armlets If I say to you without uttering a word That I want this and that And lay down all my…

Tonight

“He who longs the most lives the longest.” May the sun set this evening gleaming in your eyes. That when its weakest rays leave behind their traces in the darkening sky, you’d sit resolved to put your pain to rest this night.  That when the chirping of the birds turn to silent whispers of returning…