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9-24-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 17, 2020 · Leave a Comment

Master of wind and cloud and rain
And their musical refrain:
May the wind not blow my roof
May the cloud not linger long
May the rain not flood my home
May no music mute my song

9-23-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 16, 2020 · Leave a Comment

I cannot know how many souls I’ve hurt
By words of anger, wit or humor wry
Or through a wretched grimace or a smirk
Or even through a shrug or meaning sigh

Repair those broken hearts beyond repair
In ways that only You can, Ya Rahman
And let myself be fashioned as a stair
For such of Your ‘ibaad to step upon

And into their abode with me in tow
With hope to follow where their footsteps go

9-22-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 15, 2020 · Leave a Comment

Let injuries make me strong
And insults cleanse my ego
Till Your Praise becomes my song
And my company is Regal

9-21-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 14, 2020 · Leave a Comment

The men with Talūt showed us what
Submission is about
You only need one little sip
To put the fire out

One little sip to have you throw
One little stone to slay the foe

9-20-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 13, 2020 · Leave a Comment

I don’t know how to ask for
What I want
I don’t know how to ask for
What I need
I don’t know how to know
What I do not
Lord, I don’t even know how
I should plead

9-19-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 12, 2020 · Leave a Comment

Make it so my sins dissolve
In the surf of Your maghfirah
And take away my pettinesses
As the waters recede, Ya Ghafūr

9-18-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 11, 2020 · Leave a Comment

O Answerer of supplications
Transcending shape and form
O Guarantor of maghfirah
And shelter from the storm

You, and You alone, can bring
My heart and brain and tongue
In line with Your sweet pleasure
Till the words You will are sprung

In a total eclipse of my nafs

9-17-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 10, 2020 · Leave a Comment

One thousand armed
And confident
Facing a third
Weary, spent
The battle lines
Straight and taut
The bow of faith
And the bow of naught
Strung and drawn
By the sage fingers
Of generals once
Bound in clanship
Now split by the sting
Of truth’s whip

9-16-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 9, 2020 · Leave a Comment

It’s happened before
And happened a lot
That the losses were more
Than the profits we got

How it scares us each time
That our share is constrained
As we’re taken by everything
We could have gained

Know our portion is ours
And what isn’t won’t be
All we’ve got is to take
An opportunity

To be glad

9-15-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 8, 2020 · Leave a Comment

My lips are dry
My voice is low
My speech
Incoherent and slow
I’m down and out
But I know You know
And a sip of that
Is enough for me
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