You may intend to give
And even make good on it
If that moment you intend
And that moment you give
Are found in the moments
You’re given to live
Little Safa And The Wild Strawberry
Have you ever been around When little Safa has to share Something exquisite she found When she does, she does declare “Let me show you, let me show you It’s a wild strawberry.” How Can a creature with a heart resist This brand of cuteness now So she cuts through the petunias Then backs away a bit ‘Round the table, past the sandbags This is not a time to sit "Let me show you, come I’ll show you” That’s my shadow on her heels And we’re weaving through the frontage To a patch among the weeds “There it is” she points her finger at A berry red and bold In the world of wild strawberries THIS WAS WILD STRAWBERRY GOLD So we stood there in amazement Oohed beneath unclouded skies Till I went and took her picture As she squinted in surprise By her wild strawberry prize
Scent of Taufīq
When change comes upon you
Because of a prayer
It moistens the heart
And perfumes the air
That later when you knock
On memory’s door
You only remember
The sweet petrichor
To Fathers Everywhere, Stressing About Their Children
Take your anguish and pain
And set down your load
For the journey is long
On this merciless road
And be selfish in ways
You haven’t before
So selfish the angels
Approve of the score
Turn the battles you’ve lost
Into booty you’ve won
Take a breath and forgive
Just forgive everyone
Start with those whom you love
Though they can’t tell you do
For they haven’t a clue
What they’re doing to you
Yes, I’m talking about
Your children my friend
Allah gave them to you
To be yours till the end
But be selfish, yes, selfish
And give them a kiss
On the cheek with a smile
For there isn’t a bliss
That compares to the feeling
When you’re in a bind
With your Maker and respite
Is nowhere to find
But then ease from some quarter
Has come to your side
Your child shed a tear
For you who have died
What a prayer that is
How it rises from hands
To be kissed by the angels
And how it expands
Till it reaches the One
Who awaits it with pleasure
Who adds to it from
His own love with no measure
One moment you’re shaking
With terror and fright
And the next one you’re making
Celestial flight
So be selfish, yes, selfish
It’s Friday my man
So be selfish just once
And go through with this plan
Sure, your children have troubles
The craziest kind
They’re trapped in these bubbles
They’re falling behind
But now they too are human
And need their own space
They possess equal access
To harness His Grace
Just leave them to journey
And pay their own toll
But you, you be selfish
And coddle your soul
Mend fences, these bonds
Are signs they’ll be needed
When your time on this earth
Is fully depleted
Your body to earth
And soul in its grave
Be selfish, yes, selfish
And grateful a slave
Gifts
There’s so much to be grateful for
If only we slow down
To see the blessing wrapped in hues
Of verdant green and brown
Heeding
If in this expedition you are on You find someone who understands your soul Be sure to heed their thoughts before they’re gone Lest all your heedlessnesses take a toll This understanding comes to those who will Their time toward aligning heart and mind While heeding is a fundamental skill That comes by will and honesty combined Seek knowledge recognizing its effect On knowledge that refines the intellect
Remedy
The truth doesn’t injure
It only hurts when
A wound long untreated
Finds treatment within
Let the healing begin
Exert
Obsess with doing all you can
Then leave the outcome be
A blessed intersection of
Effort and destiny
Believe when your effort includes
Your hands raised up in prayer
That they by every sense you lack
Return laden with khayr
Rancorous
Don't let your rancor Lead you astray Until you see The night as day Let cool submission Dispel the clouds And warm repentance Return them gray Till Rahmah reigns
lub dub
Stop looking for signs, khalid
What signs do you need
While your heart keeps on beating
To the drum of tauhīd
There’s only One Master
Of a soul that is freed
By a heart that keeps beating
To the drum of tauhīd