That moment you sit down And draw out a plan In the manner and fashion That only you can And you set it in motion With every care While the horrors of poverty Hang in the air Then it all comes together In days, months or years As your furnace is fired by Blood, sweat and tears So you weather the skies Through the blue and the gray Till you taste from the fruit Of your labor one day It is here you must pause And consider my friend With the wealth you have earned From the start to the end All the plans, all the work All the sweat, all the tears All the pain and the sacrifice Over the years Yes ALL that's a transfer Of ownership from Al-Maalik ul-Mulk Testing if you become Worthy steward who spends From the wealth in your care Or a miser with only Destruction to spare
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The first 10 minutes of the concluding session of the Tafsir of Surah Al-Waqiah. Exhausting. My wonderment is captured in this sonnet.
On cloudless nights I look up at the sky A satin canopy with diamonds spread Magnificently to my untrained eye While sailors survey every gem instead As part of something far more beautiful For every star aswim upon its way Is placed to plot a map celestial To make the night a compass for the day Upon this wondrous placement comes an oath A shining star each verse of Word Divine And like a star each verse holds beauty both For minds untrained and minds that diamonds mine Imagine then how preciously they fell Upon the heart of him who knew them well
Inspired by Shaykh Amin’s khutbah yesterday and Umar Shakur’s moving verse, O Gaza.
Here far away from burning Palestine We find it all so inconvenient To watch our words and walk the blurry line Between the truth and counterfeit dissent Just STOP! Return your gaze to Gaza now That in the face of sure destruction they Conduct a blessed masterclass in how Believers hold their own when skies turn gray The hamd upon their tongues and smiling faces Their salawaat deodorizing fire Janazah prayers in the unbombed spaces The road of taqwa only takes them higher The prophet dug the trench but stood up tall: Believers do not give up when they fall
Palestinian courage is a gift A gift from God for the world to see A slice from the ummah of the last Nabi To show us how strong OUR faith could be Had he led us to the Red Sea Salaam upon Musa and the moments he Sought refuge from the ignorant patiently So watch them laugh Watch them cry Watch them live Watch them die Watch them very very closely And like any other gift We had better believe it Is best to feel unworthy As we receive it In the end it’s all a testament to their Nabi Our Nabi SallAllahu ‘alayhi wa Sallam