Poetry

You know He sees it all
When you can’t shake that feeling
The very one you feel
When you aren’t numb to pain

If you taint your heart
With the slightest disdain
For the sacrifice of Ibrahīm

Then you will not see
How true love can be
When the secrets of every dream

Come alive with the slaughter of time

The promise of sin: touch now, burn later
The promise of sincere repentance is greater

Put everything that’s on your mind
All the world and just everything in it
Every todo that you’ve been assigned
Be it massive or won’t-take-a-minute

All your fears and all your desires
Your ambitions and all of the fun
Everything that your person requires
Every poem and song every pun

Put them all on the back of your hands
And now khalid get ready to stand
Raise them up see they don’t make a sound
When they slide away onto the ground

Silent submission till the Salaam
Then you pick up the pieces and calmly
Get on with it

My Lord you know what’s in my heart
‎But teach me not to shy
‎Away from bringing to my tongue
‎A supplicating cry

‎For sea was split and ark was built 
‎And petition declared
‎From darknesses where ordinary
‎Souls would have despaired

‎لَآ اِلٰهَ اِلَّآ اَنت

It doesn’t really matter
Just where your tears go
Streaming down your face
Onto the prayer rug
Into your trusted palm So long
As sweet remembrance is your drug
That turns your salty grief
Into saccharine relief
It doesn’t really matter

Your 'aqīdah is a carriage
Meticulously designed
And built to withstand
The road to Jannah

So when it needs repair
Khalid don't you dare
Use aftermarket parts

When I thought I knew
I learned I didn't
When I knew I knew
I learned no more

When gravity becomes
The soul-centering force of
Justice over which Rahmah prevails
Then we’ll see all that weighs
To balance the scales

Think like the sea
Act like a river
Stand like a tree
Talk like a mountain