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
Poetry
Know, Never
When I thought I knew I learned I didn't When I knew I knew I learned no more
Weight
When gravity becomes The soul-centering force of Justice over which Rahmah prevails Then we’ll see all that weighs To balance the scales
Earthbound
Think like the sea Act like a river Stand like a tree Talk like a mountain
Turn The Page
Turn the page There will be more That you my friend Cannot ignore The sky is there You’ve got your wings And you will fly ‘Mongst other things But find your bearings In this cage Don’t say a word Just turn the page And don’t you skip The footnotes
There You Are
There you were
Now you’re gone
There you are
Drizzling dawn
On our dark
And dreary night
We will meet
By the pond
There we’ll be
Eagerly
Drinking till we
Become free
Of the thirst
In our song
By the hand
Of whom we long
For to return
Where we belong
Together
Restoration
Let Allah’s Name dispel your grief
And Salawat repair your hurt
So rancor falls as withering leaf
To drive your roots into the dirt
Doing Time
Your faith will stand on its own
But you my khalid may fall
Unless you stand up for who you are
How will you answer the call
The world my friend is a prison
And all of its trappings a web
Protect yourself as you bide your time
And tide will finally ebb
Repair and ready your soul
Before that coming decline
Control what’s in your control
And everything else will be fine
Strutting
You’re confident and sure
Assuming airs so pure
You see yourself unquestionably blessed
But here’s your mother gasping
In the rain you’re sending down
Of dagger words that pierce her weary chest
Now she can suffer daggers
And even cuts of swords
As long as she can see you through the rain
The question dear khalid
Is how will you survive
The Day you’ll need her loving touch again
Weighed Down
Come here you dusty traveler
And open up your bag
Let’s take a look inside to see
What’s causing you to lag
Oh khalid all these rotten words
Will weigh you down like death
Go fill your bag with Salawaat
To scent your putrid breath