Let injuries make me strong
And insults cleanse my ego
Till Your Praise becomes my song
And my company is Regal
Poetry
9-21-1441
The men with Talūt showed us what
Submission is about
You only need one little sip
To put the fire out
One little sip to have you throw
One little stone to slay the foe
Submission is about
You only need one little sip
To put the fire out
One little sip to have you throw
One little stone to slay the foe
9-20-1441
I don’t know how to ask for
What I want
I don’t know how to ask for
What I need
I don’t know how to know
What I do not
Lord, I don’t even know how
I should plead
What I want
I don’t know how to ask for
What I need
I don’t know how to know
What I do not
Lord, I don’t even know how
I should plead
9-19-1441
Make it so my sins dissolve
In the surf of Your maghfirah
And take away my pettinesses
As the waters recede, Ya Ghafūr
In the surf of Your maghfirah
And take away my pettinesses
As the waters recede, Ya Ghafūr
9-18-1441
O Answerer of supplications
Transcending shape and form
O Guarantor of maghfirah
And shelter from the storm
You, and You alone, can bring
My heart and brain and tongue
In line with Your sweet pleasure
Till the words You will are sprung
In a total eclipse of my nafs
Transcending shape and form
O Guarantor of maghfirah
And shelter from the storm
You, and You alone, can bring
My heart and brain and tongue
In line with Your sweet pleasure
Till the words You will are sprung
In a total eclipse of my nafs
9-17-1441
One thousand armed
And confident
Facing a third
Weary, spent
The battle lines
Straight and taut
The bow of faith
And the bow of naught
Strung and drawn
By the sage fingers
Of generals once
Bound in clanship
Now split by the sting
Of truth’s whip
And confident
Facing a third
Weary, spent
The battle lines
Straight and taut
The bow of faith
And the bow of naught
Strung and drawn
By the sage fingers
Of generals once
Bound in clanship
Now split by the sting
Of truth’s whip
9-16-1441
It’s happened before
And happened a lot
That the losses were more
Than the profits we got
How it scares us each time
That our share is constrained
As we’re taken by everything
We could have gained
Know our portion is ours
And what isn’t won’t be
All we’ve got is to take
An opportunity
To be glad
And happened a lot
That the losses were more
Than the profits we got
How it scares us each time
That our share is constrained
As we’re taken by everything
We could have gained
Know our portion is ours
And what isn’t won’t be
All we’ve got is to take
An opportunity
To be glad
9-15-1441
My lips are dry
My voice is low
My speech
Incoherent and slow
I’m down and out
But I know You know
And a sip of that
Is enough for me
My voice is low
My speech
Incoherent and slow
I’m down and out
But I know You know
And a sip of that
Is enough for me
9-14-1441
How lush is Your verdant Qudrah
Its valleys are green with:
When khalid grows weary of sinning
Though You don’t tire to forgive
Its valleys are green with:
When khalid grows weary of sinning
Though You don’t tire to forgive
9-13-1441
Let me trade the fickle
Conjurations of light
For the dependable
Productions of nūr
This picture of our ficus and its shadow upon the ceiling is a commentary on the deceptions of light
Conjurations of light
For the dependable
Productions of nūr