Palestinian courage is a gift A gift from God for the world to see A slice from the ummah of the last Nabi To show us how strong OUR faith could be Had he led us to the Red Sea Salaam upon Musa and the moments he Sought refuge from the ignorant patiently So watch them laugh Watch them cry Watch them live Watch them die Watch them very very closely And like any other gift We had better believe it Is best to feel unworthy As we receive it In the end it’s all a testament to their Nabi Our Nabi SallAllahu ‘alayhi wa Sallam
Who Has The Time To Make Up Lies
Who has the time to make up lies Day after day Of having your space invaded Your homes barged into by strangers with guns The best of them leaving you alive after They’re done With their operation, the laughter Mocking your indignities As if each indignity weren’t mockery enough Day after day Rifles shoved in your face That’s a good day The smell of spent cartridges mixes poorly with insults Shoot to cripple! Checkpoints like gates to hell From hell to hell But if you dive, you gain the memory of hitting asphalt As you bleed to death Day after day Of crying at funerals That often become cause for more funerals For some dead may not be mourned, they say Someone said there’s no PTSD beacuse the trauma has no post No post left standing to lean on And then when the infection climaxes in a festering boil It bursts and the pus flows And that pathetic inflammatory response Begets a brand of cowardice only the coward knows So, who has the time to make up lies When they can barely stay alive
Current Events
The truth is rare Just like the air It’s there for you to breathe But lies are dust Begriming trust To thrive upon deceit Know lies will settle Like dirt and metal Their end is near and certain And when they’re gone The truth will dawn Before the final curtain
Different
You can’t compare the state of them who die to live forever With that of them who live to find their deaths Each stark reminder of a dark delusion they’d been clever To think that they could sell their souls for breaths You just can’t
Still
Bide impostor soul Faking it at every turn Trying hard to please That you won’t have to burn Roses is your garden Lush and fragrant newly born Mind the petal falls And praise defending thorn
The Answering
As I write this post, we are in session 3 of the Tafsir of Surah Al-Rahmān with Shaykh Amin at Darul Qasim College. During the first session – that was two Sundays ago – we came upon verse 13, the first instance of the oft-repeated ayah that is a hallmark of this surah:
فَبِأَىِّ ءَالَآءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ
Then which of your Lord’s favors will you (both) deny?
Shaykh Amin read it out loud, translated it and then proceeded to answer it in English:
“We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi,” he said. I thought to myself, “That’s interesting. The Shaykh answered the question.”
Verse 16 had the second instance of that ayah. Shaykh Amin once again read it out loud and again, he answered it: “We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi,” he said. This time, I confess that in the deepest recesses of my mind, I oh-so-shamelessly thought to myself, “Okay, this is sort of stupid.”
Verse 18. He did it again. “We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi,” he said. And I thought, “Hmm. Maybe I’m the stupid one. I better start listening closer.”
I only said this to myself because the one thing I have come to learn from attending these Tafsir sessions, the first of which I attended twenty-two years ago, is that nothing is accidental or haphazard in the mind of a mufassir. Not one thing. So I started listening… very closely.
The Shaykh did this for every single instance of فَبِأَىِّ ءَالَآءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ. “We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi,” he would say in response.
You may already have some idea as to why the Shaykh was doing this. I had a faint idea myself. But then, it is one thing to talk about how good a brand of ice cream is, and quite another to eat it. So, bear with me.
Through sessions 1, 2 and 3, which happened today, we waded through the earthly elements in the creation of man, the thaqalān that are mankind and jinnkind, the travels of Ibn Batuta, insights into the industry of mariners, the perpetual supplication of all creation to Allah, moods in the Arabic language, the hard-to-reach meaning of the word Sultān in the classical lughah, and much, much more, each worthy of analysis and reflection by those way more qualified than I. And each time the refrain (if I may loosely call it that) was articulated, the Shaykh said, “We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi.” It had now reached the point that I started to move my lips in sync with his response, much like one does when one hears their favorite song and knows exactly when to come in.
“We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi.”
Finally, the explanation arrived today. It came, as always, when least expected. It was delivered with the trademark nonchalance of the Shaykh, as if he were reminding you to add a pinch of salt to the stew, but it’s okay if you don’t do it. It came upon me like a wave I was waiting for, the one that does not just cool my ankles, but washes the space between my toes clean, so much so that no sand remains, and I can now walk away from the shore, a little.
Shaykh Amin said, and I quote him verbatim.
“Being intimidated is a favor also. That you’re left in awe. It prevents you from being stupid.”
Stupid? He was talking to me now. This was the nugget I was seeking. I understand I may be belaboring the obvious, so I have nothing but apologies to offer to those of you who think so, but for those who find therapy when they stare into the air, stay with me. I have more.
Consider the scenario of a parent who is speaking to their child curled up in their lap. “I bought you that toy. I got you that candy bar. I took you on the carousel. Round we spun. We had such fun. You know I gave you everything you asked for, right? So when I say go to bed, you have to go to bed.”
The child does not bother answering the rhetorical question, “You know I gave you everything you asked for, right?” That is because of the tone of the conversation and the fiber of the relationship at play.
Now, consider the scenario of a King, a sovereign, who is speaking to a soldier from the ranks. Not a general, but a First Lieutenant or maybe a Captain at most. The king is in his chamber, and his servant soldier is in his presence, keenly aware of all the king’s favors upon him.. The king’s back is to his servant. He is looking out a window. And he speaks as such. “I gave you your family, your home, your livelihood, your very rank. Which of my favors will you deny?”
That is a rhetorical question. It needs no answer. The silence of the servant is answer enough. The king will resume his speech shortly. But the one act that would humble the servant more and raise his Lord even more in stature would be to answer although it is not needed, to show one’s haplessness before the master, to expose one’s sillinesses, to be not cool but rather the bumbling servant.
“I don’t deny any of your favors, my Lord.” is not speaking out of turn. It is embracing the apparent silliness with such profundity that it serves to add to the rhetorical dialog. Where the king says, “I am your Lord,” the servant replies, “I am your servant.”
Anyone who has grown up in the east has experienced this dynamic between “maalik” and “khaadim” – master and servant. The rest will have to take my word for it.
Of the two scenarios presented above, the former has a jamāli tone, while the latter has a jalāli tone. (This is also from session 3.) Surah Al-Rahman is predominantly jamāli but has its jalāli qualities.
“It is (also) part of His Rahmaniyyah that the criminal will be found guilty and the sinner will be punished.”
In the oft-repeated refrain and Shaykh Amin’s reply to it, is a testament to the traditional art of tafsīr. The adab of a mufassir is built into his tafsīr. The purpose of the surah is to humble the reader. We must realize through the reading that each of us – a speck of humanity, shameless sinner, ungrateful servant, basking in worldly comforts we know we don’t deserve – each of us must be humble..
In being intimidated by فَبِأَىِّ ءَالَآءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ is all the rahmah we need. What better way to manifest that khashyah than unfailingly reply:
“We don’t deny any of Your favors, Ya Rabbi.”
The shuyukh of guidance saw (see) themselves as in perpetual need of Allah’s assistance. Their humility is not fake. But maybe WE should fake it till we make it in the absence of any other plan to save our souls.
May Allah cover our sins and guide us back home to Him where the journey ends and whence life begins.
The Sixth of Rabi Al-Awwal
Some days it feels the journey isn’t worth it Those are the days to dig your heels in deep And if you need a sign look to the earth, it Keeps going while the going’s there to keep So take a breath my Qasimi sojourner And give your weary eye a little rest Seek out your willow that will shade a learner Whose body mind and soul are in the quest Think to when he the best of all creation Reclined against that old devoted tree His face supplying all the recreation That his companions would ever need May leisure quench your spirit yielding strength To grow and serve throughout the journey’s length
Tuesday is Garbage Day
Lonely? How can you be lonely when you’re not alone! Desperate? How can you despair if you’re able to breathe! Grieving? Tears for that. Happy? Laugh and be glad. Angry? Sit down. Takes the sea to extinguish the sun. Bored? That’s on you, and we’re done.
Wings
You’ve locked yourself inside a cage of gold And thrown the key into the flaming sun It’s burning yet you feel the dark and cold Afraid to see the things you have become But souls are birds that cages cannot settle The wings of faith can cut through any metal
That
That Gush of wind That Blade of grass That Breath of air That Has to pass So What is next May Come to be Such Is Divine Crea- tivity He Is with you One Everywhere You’re Fragmented Lost In the air Know He’s with you Al- Ways with you That Is more true Than You are you That