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9-10-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 22, 2021 ·

That we are rewarded
For sleep in these days
By One whom sleep doesn’t take
Should help us be humble
In so many ways
Each moment that we are awake

9-9-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 21, 2021 ·

How can we miss the beauty in
The signs of Your Beneficence

The twitter of the birds at dawn
The sound of children’s laughter
The sight of dew and falling rain
The sweet petrichor after

9-8-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 20, 2021 ·

Give me the heart
To study my charts
Before I head out to sea

The current’s defined
By a wind with a mind
Of it’s own unfortunately

9-7-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 19, 2021 ·

Intense is the Nūr
Of Your Rahmah that powers
The bearers of The Throne
To soak in the showers
Of Rahmatan lil ‘ālamīn

9-6-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 18, 2021 ·

When I looked for wisdom it was
Entirely hidden from me because
I lacked the knowledge to see it
Rabbiy zidnī ‘ilman Ya Muqīt

9-5-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 17, 2021 ·

You told him to stay
Away from the tree
He didn't

So you sent him away
Then made him a tree
Now isn't

That Your brand of Rahmah
That here I am, a twig on a ride
Tending to my trees on the other side

9-4-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 16, 2021 ·

Make my heart unto Your Word
An instrument of sight
Like sweetly singing morning bird
When comes the foremost light

9-3-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 15, 2021 ·

How fine the thread of Your love
In this tapestry You weave:
For when I turn to You, You turn to me
Not once reminding me that my
Turning was by
Your leave

9-2-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 14, 2021 ·





This world is my boat
And I cannot wait
To go overboard
Before it's too late

'Cause Your pleasure to me
Is wide like the sea
And all of my pain
Is two drops of rain

9-1-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 13, 2021 ·

Let me be still and silent
So my words do not drown
The sweet and subtle tones
Of your Rahmah coming down
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