Lonely? How can you be lonely when you’re not alone! Desperate? How can you despair if you’re able to breathe! Grieving? Tears for that. Happy? Laugh and be glad. Angry? Sit down. Takes the sea to extinguish the sun. Bored? That’s on you, and we’re done.
Micropoetry
Wings
You’ve locked yourself inside a cage of gold And thrown the key into the flaming sun It’s burning yet you feel the dark and cold Afraid to see the things you have become But souls are birds that cages cannot settle The wings of faith can cut through any metal
You're broken and sad And feeling quite bad The tears spring forth from a sigh Your chest is constricted Your lips cannot stop A whimper becoming a cry This grief comes like rain And falls where it falls E'en deserts get their share of showers Take heart in the faith That this too shall pass In seconds or minutes or hours The prophets were tested Like no one before So know that your grief is a trial Just shukr and hamd Salawāt galore Upon him for a little while
Stay On It
All the world is a sign That a hope is your way If the only thing you fear Is an act where you stray That displeases the One With a will that melts glaciers And freezes the sun Cling well to that hope And nurture that fear Till the journey is done
Time and I
Come time Have a seat Dip your toes Wet your feet On the shores Of Eternity If you could learn To bide me
Collateral Damage
Collateral damage has hues Of innocent blood That stains the ivory tower Keep your hands clean To make the tower gleam
Tilāwah
Paraphrasing in verse a brief talk by Shaykh Amin on the third night of Ramadan 1444
What - he asks instructively - Is the primary purpose Of revelation? There are many: Reciting it Teaching it Citing it Preaching it Understanding it Reaching it But the primary remains Reciting it Reciting it Tilawah We’re in Ramadan The month of the Quran In which we recite from it Day and night from it Till our hearts might thrum it But then, fasting Where does that come into it A feast for the soul that’s been to it Depriving ourselves Of food and drink Suppressing impulses beastly To channel the angelic status quo For angels don’t eat nor drink you know And what does all that starvation do To you, struggling khalid? It lightens your soul And the soul that is light Can carry the weight of the Word It’s a heavy Word It just didn’t come Easy on the heart of a man In a cave in Makkah SallAllahu ‘alayhi wa Sallam But what he endured Imbued him with Nūr And by his wasīlah It floats on our breath till It rolls off our tongues Like dew off a petal Like water it flows And here in Ramadan The month of the Quran In which we recite from it Day and night from it Till our hearts might thrum it The more we recite it The lighter the soul And the lighter the soul Recites it some more Believers all over With angelic bearing Reciting in parts So the needle of rahmah Pulling wahy thread May stitch up our Broken hearts We do this as the moon Waxes and wanes Through the end in store When the night comes that measures A thousand months and more But a Nūr so intense Cannot stay disconnected From creatures of Nūr Who crave its sweet nectar So a portal is blown Through the heavens, its gates Fly open to pour out The Nūr on their wings Thus throng countless angels To this planet enveloped By the collective breath Of believers reciting Quran, just reciting Quran, just reciting Quran We’re now in Ramadan The month of the Quran In which we recite from it Day and night from it Till our hearts might thrum it
On Fools and Traps
The fool belittles content And glorifies form The trapped belittle form The trapped fool belittles The free fool writes And that for the paltry price Of goose bumps or victuals Almost everyone else is cool Belittling the fool Or belittling the belittling While the silent rule
Seal
To see him as the seal of prophethood Is all the nūr you’ll need to brave the end
Gone
Every joy a passing moment Every grief a passing moment Every moment gone Like water Lost in the whorls of a dream