My heart is at the rawdah Moistened by the longing Eye that hasn’t seen yet knows The sweetness of belonging
Careful, when you speak Of a saying of the prophet That is classified as weak. The hadith isn’t weaker, Not at all, than such a…
words can burn scar and maim even slay all the same spirits cringe at the game of a tongue taking aim sticks and stones break…
They’re coming to you now, my Lord Believers everywhere, Responding to Ibrahim’s call That once did pierce the air; They’ve spent their wealth and shed…
look for the moment wind and bough here and now faithful companions quiet submission
I often wonder how to reconcile This paradox in knowledge that I see: To slog through books in earnest, all the while Admiring the unlettered…