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Quietly

Khalid Mukhtar · July 29, 2022 · Leave a Comment

The peace that we long for
And the hope that we seek
Lies in those who prefer silence
When the ignorant speak

In Focus

Khalid Mukhtar · July 27, 2022 · Leave a Comment

If everything is from Him
How can you ever think
He turns away from you
After sending you a trial

Soldier on never doubting
His attention is upon you while 
You struggle under loads
All meticulously chosen

To break you up
To take you up
For that chalice filled
To wake you up

Tasbeeh

Khalid Mukhtar · July 26, 2022 · Leave a Comment

All creatures in existence
Of every size and hue
Amid the deeps and shallows
Of brown and green and blue
Each has its solemn tasbeeh
To keep it true and through
And you have yours my khalid
If only you’d let you

Thistle-holds

Khalid Mukhtar · July 26, 2022 · Leave a Comment

What greater act of Divine assistance
Than a wayward slave broken by sin
Finding himself time and time again
Drowned in despair but not sinking
Losing his dusty way and thinking
There is no return no way back
To where the path opens wide
For every seeker that’s died
Looking for hope in thistles
Unfriendly on the outside
Yet deep run their roots
In unwavering search
For another chance
Touch them khalid
And for heaven’s
Sake be sure to
Wince a little
By way of
Thanks

Give and Take

Khalid Mukhtar · July 6, 2022 · Leave a Comment

To give from Allah’s gifts
By Allah’s leave
For Allah’s sake
Is all you need to take

Oscillation

Khalid Mukhtar · June 27, 2022 · Leave a Comment

Be sure to attend the turn of the tide
When the sea gives way to a staff 
When a pebble wrecks an army’s pride
And an elephant stops in its tracks

Filter

Khalid Mukhtar · June 27, 2022 · Leave a Comment

Basmala: the sieve
Screening the soul

Creation – A Cinquain

Khalid Mukhtar · June 24, 2022 · Leave a Comment

You may
Not know it but
Even the sunlight streams
In a bit differently every
Morning

Armed

Khalid Mukhtar · June 22, 2022 · Leave a Comment

Sheathe your anger well
And as it is with weapons
Please use sparingly

Thought Masonry

Khalid Mukhtar · June 21, 2022 · Leave a Comment

During the Tafsir of verses 12-13 of Surah Hujurāt this past Sunday, Shaykh Amin built his commentary, as is his wont, the way a seasoned brickmason builds a wall.

Every word in his preface was necessary. Like all Shaykh Amin lectures, the first few minutes transpired in preparation, background, context. While the uninitiated listened carefully and absorbed what they knew they would need in order to process what was yet to come, the students of Tafsir in the audience took in his method along with the content, much in the way a mason’s apprentice watches the master at work: Spread out the cement… Lay down the brick… Line it up… Knock it gently into place… Shave off the excess….

To me, a member of the former category, the entire process was fairly consistent with every other Shaykh Amin talk, the simple anatomy of which is anything but simplistic. Briefly put, it comprises a comprehensive laying down of all prerequisite knowledge. Once that is done, a clear, concise and sharp interpretation emerges from the built structure.

Like a professional mason, the scholar here takes his time with preparation that is critical to the insightful observations that follow. In this particular session, we heard things such as the following. 

  • Giving up on the ummah, and how that is the “greatest pollutant” amongst Muslims
  • Reading wahy and the destructive act of reading it in the language of human rights – wahy must be read in the context and language of wahy
  • the importance of including the Ākhirah during a reading of wahy 
  • The reason for human diversity, that we may recognize that we are different from each other

But I really just want to focus on one little point that the Shaykh raised in his commentary. He stated it quite plainly, and I would have missed it had I not paid close attention to his preface.

The prophet (S) dismantled the aristocracy of the Quraysh.

The statement is related to how racism and classism were built into the hierarchical structure of Makkan society. Even a free man like Bilal (R), in the eyes of the Makkan Quraysh, was not divested from his former state of being a slave. Apart from that, he was a black man. So when the prophet (S) asked Bilal (R) to stand atop the Ka’bah and give the Adhan, the Quraysh were appalled that “a slave” would summon them, the honored ones, “toward felicity and success”.

The word “dismantled” caught my attention in particular. In our fickle times of self-aggrandizing woke culture marked with destructive feel-good verbs such as smash, destroy, and burn, a word like dismantle stands out. It is a sophisticated word choice. Originally meant to remove a mantle or cloak, it has also come to mean to take something apart, usually without destroying its constituent parts.

The prophet (S) could have torn down the aristocracy. He could have smashed it to pieces by addressing the aristocrats and telling them they must give up their airs. Instead, the prophet (S) with the baseerah of his prophethood, recognized the parts that the Makkan aristocracy was built upon – essentially, they were attributes of honor, dignity and lineage. He saw these attributes, components if you will, as worthy of preservation, deserving of respect. The ugly monolith that had been built from these  components was not to be conflated with them. One does not cut one’s nose to spite one’s face. Hence, the need to dismantle, so that the components themselves are not discarded or belittled, but rather put to use. In fact, the prophet (S) gave authority to the Quraysh when he said, “Leaders are from the Quraysh.”

And what better way to begin that process by asking a former slave to ascend the revered house of God, and to shout out, even shout down at the city, from his elevated position: Come to Salaah. Come to Success.

What better way to tell the Makkan aristocracy, that when comes time to bow your head before your Creator, the choice of those who lead will be a function of their piety, not their social status.

And Allah knows best.

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