It’s only a blessing if you’re grateful for it If you’re grateful for it it’s a blessing
Poetry
Unwilling
Has a greater calamity been sent Than the unwillingness to find A reason to repent
Renewal
To have the comfort of knowing that Allah knows is the point. Ishq!
– Shaykh Amin Kholwadia, Tafsir Surah Qāf
These six stanzas inspired by Shaykh Amins’s tafsīr of Surah Qāf, Session 2.
Send prayers and send blessings on his name Before you heed this message Qasimiyy Renewal is a constant in this game Of time that guarantees the loss of me This love for newness is an endless song We long for change until the day we die Proclaiming hope in God with every dawn And crescent moons that sickle days gone by What’s more: the kalimah renews our faith Like rain that falls upon the barren earth Salaah renews our time and blesses space Zakaah renews our wealth and checks our worth And Ramadan renews our lifelong goal When we obsess to find that night of Power And Hajj recasts the pilgrim’s weary soul As new born child's that lives its foremost hour Now khalid mourn the arrogance of man With empty claim I am with Allah Let’s Return to the beginning of Ihsān: Allah knows me better than I myself Ishq! The stilling comfort when you know That Allah knows and that’s the point my friend To make yourself a cushion from each woe And say Allah is with me in the end
Rahmatan
Some days when grief arrives in all its grays
When every flower in your garden dries
When laughter doesn’t burst with golden rays
And all the rains seem dammed up in your eyes
Go find yourself a rock to sit upon
To let your worries float upon a breeze
(If you can do this near the break of dawn
Around when dew has washed the tops of leaves)
Then coax your heart to journey back instead
To when a sad unbroken man sat down
To cleanse his sandals overcome with red
Derided, scorned and driven out of town
Take heart from him and dry your tears friend.
He is a rahmah to you till the end
Dustbound
You know all that garbage you spew There’s a reason it came to be And if you had paid attention then you Would undoubtedly come to see: You alone are the greatest sign That you have a long way to go Sit down in the dust poor khalid a while It’s purer than you’ll ever know
Surf
Beware the currents of doubt And the undertow of kufr Sometimes it's not enough That you can swim
Somewhere Deep
Put that secret in a chest Lock it up and toss the key Somewhere deep is always best Choose your well or find your sea That’s the key, now to the chest Bury it with naught below it Somewhere deep inside your breast Where heart won’t suffer brain to know it
Show Yourself
Hope is in His Nūr Hope is in His Name Hope is looking for the ones Who’ll play its hopeful game It’s not that you lose hope It’s you that must be found For Nūr seeks out and floods each soul That to His Name is bound So say His Name my khalid And show yourself my dear
Mendicant, See
Repentance is to see Through well-abluted eyes: Rebellion is blindness How blessed then to be A mendicant who cries In awe of such a kindness
Good Hosting
Give every fir’awn in you A sea to drown within you