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Baby on the Nile

Khalid Mukhtar · November 4, 2014 · 1 Comment

This sonnet was inspired by an exegesis of the opening verses of Surah Al-Qasas (The Story). Shaykh Amin describes the inspiration sent to the pious mother of Musa (AS) as a profound allegory for parenting. 

There is something about a child, you know,
Something that makes all other pain seem less;
To hear the constant utterance of No
And find amorphous order in a mess.
I was a child once, more I set my thought
To drain the worlds of wisdom for a clue
To help me solve this mystery of what
Compels a child to do what children do.
And then I hear these words so sweet and sage:
Of how a mother nursed her infant, then
Set him afloat to cool a river’s rage;
I see my quest is drowned in error, when
Indeed somewhere between a kiss and shove
Lay hidden treasures of parental love.

And the following, in honor of the mother of Musa (AS).

The agents of the Pharaoh would
Be on her son in time,
What of this urge to nurse him good
With death upon the line?
She nursed him still, then heeded well
Another thought bizarre
To wrap the handsome, happy babe
And set him float afar.
Upon her peace, upon him too,
A prince who fled in fear
Into the wild, but only to
Return with word sincere
And lead his people out from where
A tyrant wrought his worst.
All from a mother’s act in faith
Upon a baby, nursed.

Thursday Riddle (October 30, 2014)

Khalid Mukhtar · November 1, 2014 · Leave a Comment

I hope you don’t mark me forgetful a man
For all of this tardiness is in my plan.
Four score and two thousand eight hundred is what
You must now resolve if you can.

Thursday Riddle (October 23, 2014)

Khalid Mukhtar · October 24, 2014 · Leave a Comment

Upon which a runner may rest
To honor so many a guest.

Mother And Child

Khalid Mukhtar · October 22, 2014 · Leave a Comment

The silence of the man she loved
Said all she had to know:
No words could take her heart to where
It was destined to go.

With a faith that dwarfed the mountains
Rising all around her, she
Rose up from where her baby lay
With dust for company;

And she ran to the nearest hill she saw,
Climbed up and looked around
For the faintest sign of a caravan
Or a hint of the slightest sound,

Then down she ran and stopped a while
Where the baby kicked and cried
To rush up another hill that stood
Way off to the other side.

She peered again through the scorching heat
For the smallest sign of life,
Then on she ran with the firm and strong
Resolve of a prophet’s wife.

And thus she searched, and so she ran
Till her heels wept streams of blood,
As the infant cried and kicked the sand
When his heels discovered mud,

And the waters gushed and sprung up wild
While the mother rushed to her crying child;
How they washed themselves and drank their fill
And she nursed the babe till their hearts went still.

In the burning desolation
Of that strange and barren land,
Rose a faith that raised a nation
By this blessed mother and

Her child.

Thursday Riddle (October 16, 2014)

Khalid Mukhtar · October 17, 2014 · 1 Comment

Stands in silence, shoots and leaves.

Thursday Riddle (October 9, 2014)

Khalid Mukhtar · October 8, 2014 · 1 Comment

If you will take me, then I shall take you,

Together we go wherever I go.
And I go without ever moving, you know.

Thursday Riddle (October 2, 2014)

Khalid Mukhtar · October 2, 2014 · 1 Comment

These two brothers spindly, asleep they remain
To wake for employment that comes with the rain;
Together they sleep and together they rise,
And all that they sweep expeditiously dries.

There is a Face I Long to See

Khalid Mukhtar · September 27, 2014 · Leave a Comment

There is a face I long to see,
I pray that it will turn to me
The day I dread but hope to free
My lowly soul.

There is a voice I long to hear,
I pray that I will find it near
The day I lose my own to fear
I can’t control.

There is a hand I long to touch,
I long to touch it very much
To drink from it my fill as such;
And I’ll be whole.

There is a man I long to meet,
I long to sit beside his feet,
In timeless moments to repeat
For evermore.

SallAllahu ‘alayhi wa sallam.

Thursday Riddle (September 25, 2014)

Khalid Mukhtar · September 25, 2014 · Leave a Comment

Waves to me; rapidly dies
Between the stars beyond the skies.

Thursday Riddle (September 18, 2014)

Khalid Mukhtar · September 18, 2014 · Leave a Comment

Taller than mountains and wider than skies,
Yet never been seen, well hidden from eyes,
Survives on appeasement and plentiful lies,
And all the corruption that it justifies;

It seldom obeys, most often defies,
Repressed by the best who inhibit it’s rise
Through stratagems wily and formulas wise,
A noisy companion that nags till it dies.

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