Archives for April 2024

Bask in the sunshine
  of constant tauhīd
Dip your toes into
  the stream of ikhlās
Lay your head down on
  the mossy green pillow
Of ‘ishq till you hymn salawāt

Inspired by a segment of Shaykh Amin’s uplifting talk on the night of the twenty-fifth.

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We like numbers
We like charts
We like charts with numbers
That tell us when and where 
the new moon will rise

Not for us to see
No that would be
Self-defeating for it requires
Getting up

No, it’s just so we know
When to take the day off

For what’s to see
Just a sickle in the sky
Reminding us of our own truncated intellects

Apathy 
Is when we relegate science
To brew us
A cup of tea
Boiled in our own stupidity
Steeped in our uppity
Self-absorbed amazon-dot-com impassivity

What’s that, khalid
Did I call you stupid…
No, no, of course not
I was just pointing out

That while the air is crisp and cold
And the sky is vast and blue with hope 
And the time of dusk is nigh
And night is held back by
A chance to look up and peek through the springing foliage 
To spy
A sliver of moon

Born again
Ushering in a new beginning
Out with the old
Breaths, deaths
In with the new
You
Hope as vast as the sky
That begins with a silver streak
To wax and wane
For the next four weeks

No, I was just pointing out
That stepping out and looking up
would take significantly longer 
than swiping left
And tapping twice

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