Tuesday, June 9, 2009

A Bit of Earth




Asalamu Alaykom.


That's a wish of peace. I'm not wishing you peace from me, myself, but rather from Allah.


Thanks for coming to this little garden spot.


If you see or read something good here? That's from Allah.


If you see or read something bad here? That's from me.


Take the good and leave the bad.


May Allah protect you and guide you.

If You want to Sing Out


Well, if you want to sing out, sing out
and if you want to be free be free
'cause there's a million things to be
you know that there are,
you know that there are

Well, if you want to live high, live high
and if you want to live low, live low
'cause there's a million ways to go
you know that there are,
you know that there are
You can do what you want
the opportunity's on
And if you find a new way
you can do it todayyou can make it all true
and you can make it a new,
you see
ahaha it's easy,
ahaha you wan't me
me to know

Well, if you want to say yes,
say yes
and if you want to say no,
say no
'cause there's a million ways to go
you know that there are,
you know that there are

Well if you want to be me,
be me
and if you want to be you,
be you
'cause there's a million things to do
you know that there are,
you know that there are

If you want to sing out,
sing out
and if you want to be free
be free
'cause there's a million things to be
you know that there are,
you know that there are

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Between Safa & Marwa



As I traveled between Safa and Marwa
I met a woman
she was like me
and like her
was I

We spoke,
like spokes of a wheel
we turned into sisters

Time came for tears
in her story
and in mine
we shed them together
and shed an outer skin
to reveal
deep revelations.

When her baby needed milk
she was low
I offered mine
the sun beat down
upon my breast
my scarf sheilding her suckling child

While traveling
you meet and part
the parting bittersweet
as strangers become beloved
kisses moist upon the cheek

The wind it blew sand about
and voices floated too
I heard my remarkable sister-friend
remark to someone new

She told of my happiness
shared of my dispair
told about my shape
giggled about my hair

Only hearing half the truth
Only half my heart was hurt

The other half still loved her
The other half was spared
The other half was loving
Half my heart still cared

So, midway in my journey
neither here nor there
I stopped to pray
to The Most Exalted
who already knew

I asked for forgiveness
for giving away my words
to anyone but Him
for He alone is The One
to turn to; The Only One
we need

I asked for Him
to lift my burden
to replace the bad with good
to love my sister still
as I know I should

The talk it spread about my head
I lowered it
but not in shame
I know who I am
I know My Creator's Name

Allah! Ya Allah!
Remove my ability to hear
deafen my heart as much as my ear
I want to listen to your message
and not to dwell on this plain.

Remind me to be as the Messenger
not to worry of the din
of evil talk of evil doers
of jealousy and sin.

I rose from sujud
my eyes saw sparkles in the sand
as if each grain were diamonds
as if I held riches in my hand

The world is but illusion.
We who are here will soon be gone
And I, who am truly pitiful
can still sing the true song
of Islam

sorry of being a Muslim
lost occassionally
longing for someone else
to be on the journey with me

As I traveled alone
I remember Abu Bakr
who observed,
"Solitude is better..."

Yes.

Solitude is better for me


As I
travel
between
Safa
and
Marwa