Sometimes we men are predators, we prey on each others' weaknesses. But most surprisingly is when virtues are mistaken for weaknesses. Maybe a mirage to men but undoubtedly a great service to Heaven.

What would it profit a man to criticise the rights of others, when he should be pitying his own wrongs?

Without language, my thoughts wouldn't find it's way into your mind, nor will yours find it's way into my understanding... Speech wouldn't exist, the tongue would only have a sense of taste and the world be a boring place filled with deadly silence.

The brightest memories and the darkest secrets reside in the depths of the mind. The mind is the best safe for all secrets, and the only key to it is the tongue... Speech. People only get to your mind, through your own-self.

Man's Companion... Mother of Mankind

If there was no woman, there would be no child, there would be no humanity and the entire human race would've been buried in the earth along with one man.

Coincidence is a gift with no ribbons adorning it, sent by God and delivered by destiny

Thinking is having a conversation
With your own self without moving your lips.

Beauty is a blessing and a curse; a blessing that is exiled by pride and a curse that is cured by humility.

Let a man prefer praying for happiness to praying for wealth and riches. For verily one who is wealthiest can neither borrow a piece of mind, nor purchase a remedy to sorrow nor can he satisfy his insatiable materialistic needs. Content is gratitude to God ,and a relief to mankind.

They might be able to imprison you for a lifetime, but not even for a second can they be able to incarcerate your thoughts.

Camouflage

Sometimes acting naive and oblivious is a camouflage, where you hide in plain sight by acting dumb. And then watch others expose themselves by trying so hard to prove they're smarter... Sometimes hiding your strengths is not a weakness.

Let nobody ever be blamed for killing your own legacy. You're the only one whose finger is on the trigger.

The recurrence of one particular event only refutes the possibility that it first happened by chance.

Silence & Ambience

If your silence and absence doesn't alert their attention, then your ambience and presence never found their way into their hearts. Sometimes you're just a faint shade of memory, sometimes you're a lot more...

The difference between men and beast doesn't lie in intelligence... It isPURPOSE! Otherwise we are just the same living things; fragile creatures born to die and mortal souls limited by confines of Time... What is the purpose of your Life?

Inception

An inspiring thought for a believer and a challenging one for the otherwise; Intelligence and invention are not borne by mere fluke and sporadic conjecture. A Tornado doesn't sail into a junk yard and assembly a Boeing 747, neither did the Eiffel Tower erect itself, nor did the Great Wall of China build itself. Every trait of intelligence has an inception. This universe was fashioned with infinite intelligence and wonderul complexities free of any flaw... And God is the architect, the creator.

Glories & Follies

Sometimes... I am not frightened that I will fail or fall in my ascension to glory... I am just terrified that I'll give up and witness the autopsy of my own legacy.

Let them frame you up and hang you in the public eye, but picture yourself making it. One picture is worth a 1000 words; Mona Lisa has won the attention of a few critics, but she has been acclaimed several more compliments. And that makes a perfect picture; A few sketches of Blemishes. Criticisms exposes recognition...

Beautiful Imperfection

I love your imperfection, it reminds me of God's perfection; How he put lapses in you to make everything perfect. There's so much beauty in your mistakes and so much suspense in your tendencies. And suspense is much fun when one cannot predict. I love your flaws, they inspire my strength in forgiveness and fuel my mercy. And your regrets? they're my rear-view mirrors. Silence wouldn't mean much if there was no noise. What is the worth of roses if there were no thorns to prick our consicience? What would I have to learn if everything was perfect? Your imperfection reminds me that I'm human... The mercy of God doesn't dwell amongst the Perfect, it lingers among the imperfect. Are we not blessed then?!

The extremes of Patience

Patience... It is a skill; if you're too patient, clear opportunities will pass your vision by while you are busy waiting. If you're too desperate you'd make the wrong decisions. In both cases, there are mistakes and regret-filled lessons... And yes, at most times it'll be too late to make it up for the loss. Before you take a step, balance your patience first.

I've failed so many a times am now building a bridge out of the wrecks of failure to success.

Never curse your destiny; sometimes the accidents and mistakes you bump into could be the beginning of a fortune and the opportunity that flees your pursuit could be the end of a misfortune

Why prefer falling so easily to be a loser to struggling so hard to be a champion?

Success Story

Sometimes I feel like giving up, feel like dropping my pen, feel like i should stop knocking and walk away from the door. Sometimes i feel like agreeing with these cynics and pessimists. I feel like saying its enough, but I ask myself; why prefer falling so easily to be a loser to struggling so
hard to be a champion? They say that the moment you give up is when you are just a breath away from the finish line. I've failed so many times I'm building a bridge out of the wreck to success. Rumi said; what you seeking is seeking you. Desperacy has been pickpocketing on my dreams, I'm losing a lot of patience. Dear Lord, though I can take steps, I have no idea which path to take, I have no map, I have no idea how far but I trust that you'll summon Success to seek me wherever it can find me at the rendezvous time... Never give up on a good cause if it's worth it. Sometimes I'm not Frightened that I may fail, I'm just terrified that I gave up and watch my own legacy burn to ashes.

Armour of God

I went to war with no shield, no sword and no armour. And I marched home undefeated, victorious without battle scars or an obituary. My foes waved the white flag, yet I hadn't faced them with an army... I faced them with God

The wonder Book

Revelations: revelations that borne blessings and alleviate curses... That addresses thoughts, a gift to mankind, lessons of which there's no similitude, perfection that has no contender. If I had all the words, together with the help of the world's libraries, the oceans as ink, and a several thousand quills, I still wouldn't be able to provide even a sketch of this perfect picture. They say that we are all slaves in different kinds, but I feel chains falling of when I am reading this book. It clothes my naked mind and nourish my sacred thoughts. It has no chronological order; past, present and future all intertwined in one masterpiece. With clear signs bigger than science, beautiful literature that'll blow the mind of renowned poets. With these words, I haven't even thought of taking a single step to match the excellence of this beautiful scripture. The definition of true religion, void of contradictions, errors and human intervention. A book sent to illuminate billions and memorised by millions. So we ask ourselves, how could this be the work of man? They say mankind is haunted by the vastness if eternity, but this book lives in the annals of history and will echoe throughout the millenia, generations and eternity to forever be cherished by believers andd memorised by strangers in one language that will frontier the unison of beautiful religion. A book that will always speaks for itself. Quran is a wonder... Put it to test of you will!

Lessons in a mistake

They ask me; "why did you waste a lot of time on a single mistake?"... I replied "I just wasted a lot of time in learning a couple of lessons"

Success

Success is beautiful. sometimes, it is a beautiful veil that shields our vision from the reality of things... Adversity introduces you to yourself and the people around you. Failure is a bridge to success.

There are several times when men have made fortunes by the cause of a mistake or an accident. Sometimes, There's always some positive side or a negative thing.

Open mind

Keep an open mind and it'd either Become a gift box or a trash bin.

Corpse or wine

By my Lord, It's either my life is like a corpse or like pure wine; it's either I'm getting worse or better with time like the stench or the taste!

Amazing Amazon

Never denounce your potential... Even the mighty Amazon forest rose from a filthy soil, and before that... It was nothing worthy of mentioning!

Ladder Of Life

In the ladder of life, some are above us not for us to wish for their downfall or pull them down in selfish envy but as an offer of motivation and vision to reach higher heights... Some are beneath our feet not for us to look down and flex our pride but to shed the light humility and perhaps offer a helping hand.

Envy and Inspiration are alike; they both drive some urge. victims of both all have that dying urge to live up to someone who's greater than themselves. The difference is; inspiration says in a curious tone "how did he get there?" And envy says in a sore tone "why did he get there?" the former will get you somewhere, the latter will get you nowhere

The Craft of Peer influence

I've been trying to fight this persistent resistance
The resistance of trying to fit into society's wardrobe
Where I would have to walk in the shoes of the culture it has fashioned
The craft of peer influence...
I'm falling victim to this revolution
I'm falling victim to change
I have been mesmerized by this abstract piece of art
And in my head, there's always this same uninvited cunning guest
Whose hissing voice is always nothing but a shrill whisper
But rather so loud enough to awaken all my desires from slumber
It's always says "feel free to do it, everybody is doing it anyways"
So then I'm trying to consider this advice
Of course if it isn't true, why am I feeling like an outcast?
Or a coward filled with so much shyness
Religion is the fuel that ignites the engine of conscience.
If I can't break these rules, everybody else is bending them
Peer influence seasoned with temptation; that is what is leaning on my mind's doorbell
And for a moment my disobedience killed my conscience...
Now I'm marooned in vulnerability and insecurity
A Perfect scene to commit a sin
I could probably be disturbing the environment by the exhaust of kush (weed) in the air
Probably giving my liver so much stress with strong liquor
Probably giving away my virginity away like it's cheap gossip
Probably increasing my currency value out of a single 419
Probably be a top player, winning concubines without any penalty
Probably just living life cos it's a trend that everybody follows
That's the fashion these days; follow the masses
What happened to the sight of my judgement? Every thing that seemed bad to me now seems okay if not good.
Now I can't even show up at a local mosque
They'd be framing me up with sarcastic names, picture me being mocked
Why should I be bothered the least?
Why am i being a puppet of societal criticisms?
I should be one in a million
The influence in my life should be free of sporadic judgements.
I'm fighting this resistance... I'm at war with peer influence.
So help me God...

A Beautiful Mind

Isn't it miraculous? That in a moment, there are invariable infinite thoughts and ideas firing in your mind from origins of which you know not? Each of which could sprout into several matrices of possibilities connecting to many many others, all governed by the relativity of time and space. But then, will the choice of every action be just mere intuition or will it be a matter of probability and deliberation? Every encounter defines a new potential direction. I believe our paths did not cross each other without a reason; our fates are intertwined in a beautiful way that makes everything whole in a complete and perfect sense. We are all connected to one another in an oblivious way, a correlated network of permutations of which no entity can ever compute. Your actions will not only effect your life, it'll echo and influence others. Like the roll of a dice, the toss of a coin or the sliding of a fortune wheel, what are the chances that successes and opportunities will be fleeing you, and what are the chances that trouble and misfortune will be seeking you? What are the chances that you'll be that one out of a million sperm that will reside in a particular womb? Born with a silver spoon, born into a particular room or born into penury? Though we're linked by events of the past, the consequences of our actions will forever ripple throughout a considerable expanse of humanity and eternity even when we're gone. Destiny will forever be a mystery, the phenomenon that determines the course of our lives. Will we then say that our destiny lies in our own hands?. Is it not miraculous that your fortune could change in just a moment?

If you say you don't trust words but trust actions, then, you probably have met liars but haven't met hypocrites yet.

Revenge

Revenge is sweet, it always puts you on an even scale. Sometimes it is dangerous; they say that when you seek it, dig two graves. But at all times, the best form of revenge is forgiveness... Forgive and let their conscience haunt them or you can just wait for Karma to show up!

Yesterday you were behind me, i was taking a bullet for you, today I'm taking another bullet, this time you're the shooter. Why did you pull the trigger?... How possible could my tremendous sacrifice be repaid with a silent betrayal?! Isn't this world such a cruel place?

After Time, your most priceless asset should be your mind; it is more than a mine, it is the foundation of every empire. They can imprison you for life but they can never incarcerate your thoughts for a minute. And indeed it is the best safe for your secrets... And the only key to it is your Tongue or your pen... Nothing but Your own confession.

Mystery

Love; it is gentle, warm, calm, kind, merciful, serene, peaceful and a light. Isn't it rather mysterious then, that this same wonderful emotion can spawn hate, jealousy, malice, greed, hypocrisy and darkness? It's like a kindled fire; it provides you warmth and heat, but it can also burn you down to ashes. The love of power lies in the power of love... Kindle with care!

The Atom and the Universe

If only we knew the worth of an Atom's weight and the vastness of the Universe, then we'd have a clue, then we'd have an idea as to how to evaluate the greatness of God... Until then, it'll forever be beyond our infinite imagination... Beyond the comprehension of our beautiful minds.

Sometimes you feel unfavoured because you missed the plane flight, only to find out later that you missed the plane crash too. Sometimes, a blessing is just seeking you in an awkward way... And sometimes, a misfortune is just neglecting you in a beautiful way... whiles you perceive it not.
Everything happens for a reason...

Niche

Sometimes Life is like this niche called a Law Court; where we treat God like a lawyer and go to him only when we have problems... And some become judges when in the first place we all should've been reminded that God is everybody's witness.

Amnesia & Nostalgia

It's unfortunately true; we live in a life where we remember flaws barely more than we forget favours. It would be a miracle if we could catch amnesia on the shortcomings as much as we're nostalgic about the services rendered us... If only we would appreciate and forgive more than we judge and criticise.

Sometimes I get lost, I get frustrated, I catch amnesia on God's infinite blessings and Ingratitude holds me hostage... The only way I can free myself is when I say "Alhamdulilah (All praises due to God)".
God forgive me for my ingratitude...

Knowledge Is Power

Knowledge and Ignorance are two contrasting realms. Each causes the deficiency of the other; it'll either cost you or pay you. The rich and powerful do not only use knowledge/wisdom, they also utilise the ignorance of others, they'll use it as bait and they'll feed from the exploits.

Every single time someone disrespects your dream by proclaiming that you can't and wouldn't get there... Please thank them... It's a sign... It's a prophecy that you'll achieve something beyond your aspirations If you keep believing in God and pushing hard!

one day you might just turn your back only to realize that you walked away from true wealth whiles you were busy lusting after money... just because you were too desperate and that blurred your vision. Be patient... Patience alleviates regret.

I pray that one day me and my people will Tower above all the insecurities and grief like the Eiffel... that even at sky heights we'd still look up to Pedestrians for Inspiration... and that we'd leave our egos in the ground... Buried in the dirt. That we'll still remember our roots, that we'll still be family, a family tree that wouldn't wilt and shed it's leaves

If the room is too dark, look around; if there is no optimist around, then there's probably a pessimist relaxing on your couch!

Silence is beautiful; like look at how many wars we've saved because we denied our tongues...
Silence, sometimes, is dangerous; how many revolutions has passed us by because we couldn't break our silence .... Actions speak louder than words, silence is an action!!

When we were all young, I never heard anyone say they wanted to grow up and become a critic... It's funny, we grown up now and the whole place is filled with critics

The greatest things in life are the ones that aren't seen, but the ones that are felt, the ones we are blind to... And I ain't talking about reading braille!

Karma

Karma is not a waitress but she will surely serve us all...
There's no menu, everybody gets served according to what he/she deserves!
Either its Nirvana or poetic justice.

Faith And Fear

Faith and grief are two contrasting emotions, such that when one thrives, the other suffers. When one's heart is clothed with too much grief, he becomes a profound pessimist. And whenever there's a pessimist in a room, it shall see no light but darkness. Faith is the light that makes the best optimist, but mind you, sometimes Fear is useful... Fear makes you human... The fear of God fuels Bravery.

Time Machine

Time... Time is a mystery that will forever plague mankind. Sometimes regrets prompts us to visit the past, and curiosity prompts us to go to the future. What If we all had a chance to make this voyage, wouldn't the future and the past be a crowded and busy realm with people trying to change their destinies?and wouldn't the present be a deserted place filled with emptiness and silence?
We don't need time machines, we already have... In our minds; our memories and aspirations.
A man changes his destiny by praying to God.

There are men whom when they spend from their wealth, it decreases and there are men whom when they spend from their wealth, it increases... And i am not talking about financial investment and stocks. The secret is charity, because, the returns will come from God Himself in margins that will exceed your comprehension.

Heart And Vase

I saw the charm
I saw the sparkle
I lost all my senses but sight
She caught my attention, everything else was noise and irrelevance
She was the most beautiful glass vase from the outside
So I poured out my heart to her... till it overflew its brim
She shed blood... my blood
The leaking only showed how severely perforated she was
Like a sieve... It only took time for everything to drain... Nothing remained.
As it dripped gradually and slowly, so did my hope.
There was blood gliding on the floor
Marking the trails of the love that i had poured forth
I fell in love...
I fell in love with this world.
I set my expectations high like a kite
But disappointment rained down on me like cats and dogs
I put my trust in the wrong places... On the wrong bases
Poured it out into perforated vases
I didn't know if i should walk out of the door
Or leave it creaking so I could be convinced to try again
Hope would always speak to me in my times of solitude
But in time, my patience was barely a tea cup full
And God spoke to me in those verses inscribed in the Quran
Always preaching patience and hope
I may lose hope in myself...
... But I will never give up on God.

Who do I Trust?

Trust at most times is a rust...
Who do I Trust? You tell me...
Most of us are flexing the Mona Lisa
A captivating smile is just a reflection
An Inverted image, a true deception
whose true motives and roots can only be routed to the invisible intentions that reside in the heart.
Liars continue to con us with beautiful speech.
It's difficult to tell who is real,
when smiling is the easiest task
And hiding your true intentions doesn't require a mask
Hypocrites...
The better versions of liars
if you don't trip a liar, then you'd probably fall into one
They say appearances are deceptive
Character can sometimes be a camouflage
And like chameleons, they blend into the environment
And hide in plain sight
And at every dinning, there is always a Judas who can't share a pinch of loyalty
They say blood is thicker than water
But sometimes, it's your own true blood who laces the drink.
If l lent you my trust, would you wreck it?
And if i gave you the strings, would you make me your puppet?
Who do I trust?... Tell me!

Dirt And Diamond

Sometimes the friction of life polishes you through hassles.
Till you can shine so bright that your gleam dazzles.
You shed blood, sweat and shed tears for a hundred million hours
And when the time is ripe, you start to blossom and shed flowers
Everybody saw you a dead seed
Now they’re wondering how you rose from the dirt.
Until you take them back to your roots.
Show them how you became a shoot.
How God planted you in a barren earth as a dead seed
And defined your creed
How inspiration was your sunlight
The reign of patience was your rain
How in persistence you found germination
And nourished by determination.
Who ever knew from the concrete a seed would make a breakthrough?
Who ever knew from the worst conditions a beautiful flower would sprout?
Diamonds are buried in the earth.
Pearls, sapphires and rubies all sleep in the dirt of the ocean’s depth.
Beautiful gardens and orchards all rise from dirt.
I guess good things are hard to find.
And great things never come easy.
Is it coincidence that the most enchanting things in life emanate from the worst conditions?
… it is friction that would make a diamond shine.

THE STORY OF HATE

Success always neglects Haters, because they don’t have dreams.
They only have nightmares, haunted by the successes of others.
And whiles they’re asleep it troubles them that someone is better.
And whiles they’re awake, it bothers them why you made it farther.
Hate isn’t racist.
Your failure is the only pigment of their black and white story.
The only figment of their imagination is to witness the autopsy of your glory.
And they dwell on that with their last breath like their lives depended on it.
Fighting the inevitable just to see you fall, rather than to see themselves rise.
They are still suffocating, because your heart is still beating.
Their hearts won’t stop racing if you keep showing up shinning in their faces.
Until they realize God’s in your corner where all the grace is
They should better throw in the towel and wave their filthy white rag.
I mean who can stand God’s wrath, when He’s your shield?
Love is real, and so is Hate.


Do you think it’s only people who go to the doctor that are the sick?
Wait till you meet one who harbors envy in his heart.
He’s the worst patient, because he isn’t even aware of his own predicament.
An illness whose medicine is never sold in chemist shops.
They say what goes around comes back around; soon they shall have a taste of their own medicine.
Karma has no menu; you get served what you deserve.
Hate is everywhere; In Compton people hate on you with ‘drive-bys’ and guns
If God made me a Samson, why do you seek to shave my hair-locks?
If God gave me wings, why do desire to clip them off?
Now we can’t tell those who really love us apart.
When everything is buried in the heart and something is hidden in a smile.
How good is X-ray when you can’t see through these hearts?
I think Hollywood needs more entries; people are playing their disguises well.


God said He created us, some above others; So that some will depend on others
Or better yet test us; it’s sad, most of us are failing
Once you start to rise above rooftops, they crave to pull you down to the mud.
Once you’re holding the torch, they are burnt on extinguishing the light.
They have a dying hunger, and will only get satisfied when they see you in plight.
They say money is the root of all evil, but ever seen the fruits of envy and hate?
They say we all belong to a family tree,
But people can’t handle the truth of reality;
when you are standing tall like the Eiffel tower and they have to bask in your light like a tiny mushroom.
I mean if they can’t get some of the light, they gotta cut you down.
But how do you bring down a mighty mountain?
They say family is linked by blood
But why are people spilling the blood of their own blood relatives?
If you can see yourself rise, why do you plot and want to see me fall and sink?
You’re only weak if you fail to pray 7 days a week.
And the fear of God will thrive your bravery… there are haters out there, but God is with us.

LIFE

Life… What is life? They say death is the only answer But where are the stories if the dead can’t speak. I suppose we’re still living this illusion... we’re still asleep Life is like a bubble… fragile Drifting it in a violent wind. A faint moment of time. Life is the best epitome of Irony And isn’t irony such a cruel companion? What we desire will most always flee. What we disdain are mostly on its knees… at our mercy. Life… Chance, fate, destiny. Out of a million, one particular sperm cell made it It is like a faint mirage; Good feels bad, bad seems good. Righteousness is probably the most mocked thing. Iniquity is now an object of praise. There’s a shift between what is sacrilegious and what is conventional Life… They say Life is for rent, And someday, we all are gonna get evicted. They say we borrowed it, And someday we are gonna give it back. Is Fate ever fair? Why some are born heirs to lofty empires. And some born with disabilities. Like rolling a dice, sliding the fortune wheel, tossing a coin… life is a sum of chances. In the end, there’s only one feeling that plagues my soul… Ontological anxiety.

Birthday Rhyme

Anniversary of ma day of BIRTH
First things 1st,all praises due to Allah 1ST.
God, bless ma FATHER,make it 3X for MOTHER
Big ups to Abdul Jabaar,cos he never lay a hand on his kid BRUTHA
'birds of a FEATHER flock TOGETHER'
so,a big THANKS 2 all my good FRIENDS
Err moment i spend wit y'all is always a big CHANCE
Been through pain,been thru GREATNESS
Few frowns,but more ♥ & HAPPINESS
Could have been gone, but am still HERE
Alhamdulilah,I've been through another YEAR

NAME OF RECKONING

A beautiful morning, an intense glimpse into nature and i relinquish to misgivings.
A satisfying look into the firmaments, and it spells a great name to believe in.
A name that is a perfect definition of peace and serenity.
A name that accentuates mercy and generosity.
What a great name?

The remembrance of your name is like fingers gently stroking the strings of a harp.
The remembrance of your name is the radiance that extinguishes the thick cloud of despair in our hearts.
Your name shall be the hope our souls will soar on.
Your name is the breath our lives shall live on.
What a great name?

A name, a bold growl that silences the tender and fragile voice of the sneaking whisperer.
Hearing the echo of your fond name gently heals the ailments of our emotions.
A name that is the blueprint of our faith and grace.
Anytime our face confesses sadness and our heads bow down in depression, a thought of your name puts a smile on a face.
What a great name?

The heart weeps in the absence of your name
The heart is weak in the absence of your name
A sole remedy when we are in agony and pain
A sole source of happiness to reckon with again and again.
What a great name?

Birds chirping, leaves and the wind whispering, the waters and waves roaring and hailing in belief
A name that plants thoughts, a whole world of knowledge we conceive.
The cold in our hearts will succumb to the warmth in your name.
Our destiny lies in your great name.
What a great name?

ALLAHU AKBAR, God is the greatest.

Thoughts

In one moment, there are infinite decisions that we could make, and infinite directions that we could take. If men could compute the permutations and probabilities, they would. If computers could, they wouldn't. Where are thoughts from? This, more of a sign than just a question. If there has to be a source of our thoughts, it has to be from the most high.

Rhyme. Home

Today, you may live in a condo/
I may live in a burrow/
Ride and roll in rover fleets/
while i walk bare feet/
The rich are escorted in a golden hearse/
It's funny how they would share a common place with the poor and the worst/
But in the end, we all go back home/
Home alone/
Home sweet home/
6 feet deep in the earth crust/
wrapped in our deeds, buried in the dust/

Rhyme Day

It's a new day/
Praises to the Almighty God for a new way/
Am still alive and well/
This is the best story time could tell/
What else? I didn't open my eyes in a grave/
I have been favored, I have been saved/
Some didn't make it, for me, a new way has been paved/
No whips on my back, chains and cuffs, but I'm still a Nobel slave/ Feet sinking in a 1968 chucks, i follow the trails set 1400 years, the first 19 words to Mohammed (P.B.U.H.) in a cave/
If you lived to see another day, praise God for no mourning/
And send peace to the nation, Good morning/

What Islam Recycled!

• Islam took away my pride and gave me humility
• Islam took away the mockery and replaced it with humor
• Islam took away my sorrows and grieves and prescribed me hope and perseverance.
• Islam took away the war that resided and blessed me with peace.
• Islam told me; “The best form of vengeance is forgiveness”
• Islam told me “your worst enemy could be your best friend someday”
• Islam strengthened the bond between mother and I.
• Islam opened my closed fist of miserliness and taught me charity could be even a smile.
• Islam took away the jealousy and advised inspiration.
• Islam drained a chunk of my ignorance and has revealed to me the gates of wisdom.
• Islam cursed my foul language and blessed me with noble speech.
• Allah created Islam, Allah taught me all these lessons.

Days Flip like A Chapter

Yet another moment, yet another experience.
Yet another situation tests our resilience.
Heartaches reverberate like earthquakes.
The depression resurrects bad headaches.
Tears trickle down like a waterfall.
We struggling, toiling to push down the Great Wall.
And when the night comes as a warm blanket, you still can’t find sleep.
Mind is busy, thousand thoughts firing, “why can’t i succeed”. If life is a book, am stuck in a long chapter.
Where the pages flip, same story, same old character.
When sun goes to sleep, and the night fully awoken.
And the mighty Lord calls upon men, whom will desire a token.

The Illness Born At Birth

Ignorance is a chronic disease. It’s unfortunate we were all born in complete ignorance. By time, we are all afflicted at a certain degree. Unquestionably, there is no cure, but by the remnants of knowledge we seek, we heal ourselves.

TIME MACHINE

Like Indelible scars.
As beautiful as the brightest shining stars.
These moments, buried deep in the depths of my memories.
Cherished episodes, at the realm of hierarchies.
Why do I forget not, when they were never meant to fade.
Why do I remember, when they were never destined to evade.
Praises to God, I can travel to the past.
While I am here, my mind is touring dates.

Different shades

Perfumes rain in Paris.
Mass graves in Somalia inspire the iris.
Bouquet of Flowers in Rome.
Blood flood in Syria.
Luxurious towers sprouting in the Emirates.
Incinerated men in Nigeria.
Olympics in London.
Children versus tanks in Palestine.
Big fashion labels broadcast in Madrid.
Famine strikes in Sudan.
Exquisite neon lights in Japan.

TIME

When every second beats away.
So do our souls draw nigh to that faithful day!
As the days of our lives count down like time-bombs.
Yet we know not when, when we shall be declared extinct.
Nor do we have any faint idea when shall cometh that day.
But until it grasps us by surprised.
Our time is fading away slowly.
Our generation is disappearing obliviously.
So let whosoever be wise, harness time and expend it judiciously.
Because, verily… time cannot be recycled.
God gave us an immense blessing...He gave us time.

WHAT I RESENT...

It was a beautiful morning.
I welcomed my breakfast with contempt.
Pushed it aside.
Rebuked mother’s hands for the cause.
And then chose pride over hunger.
But then I walked to the world and caught a glimpse.
Channeled my vision through the window…

There, was a young lad crawling.
His ribs clearly engraved on his chest.
And limbs deprived of flesh.
He was reaching a water well with the last ounce of energy.
Hoping to replenish life.
Seeking to quench his thirst.
Whiles the scavengers lurked behind in the shadows.
On trees patiently waiting.
Hoping death would be earlier to reach the boy, so they could enact a feast.

The spectacle ignited my mind.
Injured my emotions.
At the same time put the lights on in my heart.
I had so much but never appreciated it.
I wasted barrels of water when someone needed a drop.
I let the food go bad when a lad craved for a spoon full.
What I resented was someone’s paradise…

GLORIOUS misfortune.

I remember vividly; back then…
I was all glory; I had wings and so much luster.
A bright shining star.
And expectantly, I walked haughtily in a cloak of pride.
Thinking myself a Mozart Wolfgang or a Beethooven
composing the symphonies and melodies of my Life
the orchestrator of my achievements.
Not until I started to erode;
My wings fell off, my shine was murky.
I was a Samson whose locks were given a clean shave;
From whence, I struggled but to no profit…
Like pushing a mighty castle wall.
Or a veteran scuba diver who couldn’t save himself in swimming pool.
Then, I knew God was behind every man’s greatness.
These were clear signs, I embraced it.
A chance to choose humility.
And let my patience fuel my faith.
My hope and perseverance, the ignition.
As I chase God’s grace like a Bugatti with no sympathy.
I believe better days will sprout from these algorithms of misfortune.
The downfall of a man should make him think twice.
Is there any hassle that never teaches a lesson?

HARSH REALITY

When the second ticks astray.
When the heart beats away.
My soul falls to knees, weakening.
These days, time is growing stingy.
And I am getting closer to expiration by the ticking.
Its deafening steps are echoing louder, drawing nigh than I ever thought.
It’s so scary, people wither away so quickly like leaves in Harmattan.
And vanish rather mysteriously like vapour.

It’s a reality.
The richest of mankind can’t bargain their way out.
The most powerful have all failed to conquer it.
Skilled surgeons can’t avert it.
Nor can the wizards…
Every man succumbs to its summons.
One day I’d lie in a narrow chamber.
Inhumed in the earth, all alone with my deeds.
Yea, the tears will soon dry up, and the mourning will cease.
And soon enough, I will be forgotten like nothing.
Thank God, some will still remember me… in prayers.

Most of us are victims of its terror.
Mother is turgid with grief anytime I leave the house.
That I might not make it back home.
We try so much crafting mechanisms to secure ourselves.
Thinking we’d increase our life spans; am sure death always flexes a grin…
… At our futile efforts; it never changes a thing, its destiny.
Sometimes, I am scared, not of death.
But that I haven’t done enough.
To please my Lord and earn a place of ease in the afterlife.


It’s hard to wonder;
These achievements I chase will someday fall to ground like dust.
My countenance to be deprived of flesh.
Every night I go to bed imagining…
Whether I’d wake up to meet the sun or open my eyes in a grave.
But I do pray “Lord if I don’t make it in the morning”
“Admit me into your beautiful garden”.
It’s a mystery that everyone will come to know, but wouldn’t be able to tell.
When the call comes, you can’t ignore, hold or press the end button.
It’s a harsh reality.
… Every soul shall taste death.

WHERE DO THOUGHTS COME FROM?

Most of the time, we often surpass one of the most basic questions in life; where do our thoughts come from?, where do we all these great ideas in our minds emanate from? The famous eureka moment relates of the well renowned Archimedes conceiving one of the most important theories in science as he took a bath in his sink, did he just conceived that theory out of sheer luck? What about Alexander Fleming's discovery of penicillin, did he just walk into a prominent scientific discovery by accident? Well, these two are not the only excerpts, a number of imminent discoveries have succeeded through accidents and errors. Since the inception of humanity, man has built so many things, civilisation has always improved over and over the years as a result of discoveries that emanated in the neurones of the mind. But one of the questions that has always escaped us is the genesis of these great achievements tracing its way down to that simple idea that was conceived. Its amazing, how a simple idea that once lingered in mind could weave its way into a beautiful network of other ideas that would eventually be the foundation of an empire of success. In one moment, there are infinite ways, decisions, ideas and thoughts that our minds could conceive but how is it always a chance to pick the right one? There has to be something, an algorithm that always computes the probabilities and permutations to reduce it to the perfect one. There has to be a driving force that designs the blueprint of our lives by giving us the ideas that would make it a reality. All these voices that we sometimes here in our heads, they do have a source. There has to be tangible reason why we are all different, why we all have distinguished thought process, different intelligence quotient, why it is much easier for 'victims' synaesthesia to memorise things and why some others give in so easily to dementia. We all have a brain with the same features, but rather think in an absolutely different way...

"Recite in the name of your Lord who created. Created man from a clinging substance. Recite, and your Lord is the most Generous. Who taught by the pen. Taught man that which he knew not." - HOLY QURAN 96: 1 - 5.

There is a source to every single thought... great thoughts do come from GOD.

Rhyming Aspirations

Whether in the depths of penury.
Or in the summits of luxury.
In the radiance of ecstasy.
Or in the darkness of misery.
From whence I left the womb to the day I lay cold in the cemetery.
Nay, even in the companionship of freedom or the shackles of slavery.
In all my endeavours till the end of history.
I will always praise and worship God in my memory.
Live and preach His criterion of peace to all my friends and family.
Why the hatred, war, pride, mockery, felony and treachery?
All of these are not necessary.
Why can't we open the doors of knowledge and close the gate of a penitentiary.
Ignorance is the worst kind of mystery.
And wisdom pays the most, a handsome salary.
Life is but one, we can afford to live it like a lottery.
So I every day I seek refuge in my Lord from my worst enemy.
Right here within my soul, my closest adversary.
I pray that at the end of each single day, there is victory.

THE CALL

Behold, when it cometh, there is no bargain.
When it approaches, there is no appeal.
Nor is there bribery.
Whereof is one who can save me?
When then regrets shall flood in with intense impatience, but will be too late.

Many a people have joined the trail.
Many a humanity have boarded this train...never to come back again.
Whereof are the kings and queens of the earth?
Whereof are the great empires and the powerful dynasties?
Thereupon, all have witnessed the visitor and tasted of its fruit.

It lurks in the shadows.
An unannounced and unexpected guest.
Today it came, bypassed me and snatched my another.
But one day, it will come, overlook someone else and take me.
It will live with us till the trumpet is blown...
A question harasses my mind; "Am I well prepared to smile when it cometh to me one day?"

INSPIRATION: "EVERY SOUL WILL THE TASTE DEATH. THEN TO US WILL YOU BE RETURNED"
- HOLY QUR'AN 29:57

2. HOLY QUR'AN Chapter 75.

THE VALUE OF TIME.

♥ If you want to know the worth of one year, ask the student who failed last year.
♥ If you want to know the worth of one month, ask the mother who gave birth prematurely.
♥ If you want to know the value of one week, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
♥ If you want to know the value of one day, ask someone who has great news or is awaiting a special guest.
♥ If you want to know the worth of one hour, ask the student in an examination room
♥ If you want to know the value of one minute, ask the lady who just missed a flight.
♥ If you want to know the worth of one second, ask the lad who just escaped an accident.
♥ And if you want to know the worth of one Milli-second, ask the man in the Olympics...

Reference: Sheikh. YASSIR.

"Time is relative to the observer" - Einstein's Theory of Relativity.

Time is a valuable resource, let's cultivate it...
and make the maximum use of it.

THE ANNALS OF GREATNESS.

It is a beautiful day, the skyline explains it.
The melodies of the flying tribe announces a great blessing.
How the heavy clouds are submerged like feathers without pillars.
Rays of the sun travelling from years away revealing the beauty of nature.
So every morning let your sight meet the sky.
The beauty of nature; is there any other wonderful portrait?
God is one, God is greatest.

Eyes and telescopes steal a glance at greatness.
How mighty are the planets submerged into space without supports?
Travelling in perfect orbits with no blunder.
Even in the night, we are never in darkness; He appointed the moon as a lamp.
Verily, the annals of greatness are written in the heavens.
If you stare into the stars at night, they would confess to you…
God is one, God is greatest.

And when my lord sends her.
She meets my sight in her best appearance.
Glowing, sparkling and flexing all her colours.
My eyes are blessed with beauty, while emotions seep through my veins.
All my senses seem dead whiles my mind is alive.
And at that moment, I see God’s greatness in her.
I see God’s greatness in the aurora.

WHEN I WAS A CHILD...

He did wrong.
For that moment, he had gone stubborn.
And when mother scolded him.
He cried;
The wailing echoed in the walls of mother’s heart.
He cried;
And the tears stained his face.
And even though, the pain was still eating his flesh.
He raced graciously into mother’s arms.
Then mother opened her arms wide in reception.
And hugged her son.
Cuddled him in her warmth.
And kissed him on the forehead.
Despite the war that erupted between them.
There was a strong bond that intertwined their destinies.
A strong connection that is beyond blood and genes.
The bond between a mother and a child…

A GLIMPSE OF DEATH

It was gentle night; the breeze explained everything as I lay on my bed trying to comprehend all the figures and formulas in my engineering thermodynamics handout. I am the nocturnal type; I spend most of the time in the night reading rather than sleeping. Well, it is much easier an effort whenever I have a hot Lipton tea by my side. As usual, it was midnight and I was in my books. This time around, things didn’t go on well as after a while I could hear nature calling out for me; I was reluctant to respond. I taught I could play cunning as I stubbornly tried not to succumb to sleep, my eyelids were so heavy, I would probably say it felt like pianos were sitting on them. They struggled against slumber but nature did prove me wrong. I slipped into trance in a flash, unnoticed. It wasn’t like I was awake and it wasn’t a dream either, it was something in the middle. I found myself in a world I have never imagined; my body lay hopelessly on the floor, void of life. It seemed as if a black wall separated my soul from my body. I couldn’t move; my soul struggled to find its way back to the human body. At that moment, even time was petrified by the spectacle, as it budged into a slow pace and I could hear its ticking sound as the bold stumping sound of the African elephant. If I could steal a chance, I would tell the world Einstein was right – indeed, time is relative to the observer. As my heart abnormally beat like funeral drums, so did my time on earth count down like a time bomb – it was defined. Mother kept on calling out my name in the Dagbani dialect, “Nazif, wake up, Nazif wake up!!!, please wake up!!!, don’t do this to me” her shrill voice accentuating the degree of her anxiety. She tried to exterminate the despair that lived in her fears and rather feed the flames that would ignite her hope that her only son was still alive. I wished I could at least hold her by the hand and confess “Mama, I am dead, I am gone, please tell the world that God is alive” but I was robbed of speech, so numb, if not, worse than a deserted log - totally lifeless. I was caught in a war between two completely distinct realms, the thrilled voices of my blood lineage were now fading away into resounding echoes – I could barely hear them as their mouths screamed out my name. It was a ‘magic’ moment; the life of this material world was giving way for the other as it helplessly stood by the hallway and watched as I was been whisked away. Dirges played in the background and the entire atmosphere lacked even a whiff of life. I conceived the best of my moments, of my family and peers – I didn’t forget, I couldn’t forget. I had limited time, so I quickly flip through those great moments as if I was revising for a biology exam. And when I saw that perfect picture of mother and me on my eighth birthday, my eyes were a flood of tears and I would cry a river; if only I had tears, if only I had eyes by then. I felt like jumping out of the timeline but I am sure death flexed a grin after reading that thought because that was so impossible for the lad. If only I had a second chance. “O’ Lord, please spare me another chance” I cried out to the King, my faint voice tried to beckon the ears of the heavens. I was still very young, I hadn’t fulfilled my noble promises I made to this world and my Allah. More to the point, I didn’t want to hatch a pinch of thought about the state of mother after I lay six feet down the dust, mother? I don’t know how life would mean to her afterwards, and my dad, I was going to miss my best pal. “The good die very young”, I know, but I couldn’t tell my fate, my destination was a vague question in my mind. If I was perfectly assured that I would reside in heaven, in gardens where honey was a river, hard liquor overthrown by the purest of wines and more importantly where death was no more. “O’ Lord, give me another chance. Let me live. I promise I would voice this out to the world. I will let my friends know that life is but an insignificant dimension.” After uttering my last words, I just imagined how my roommates would wake up to the rising sun to meet a still Naz who was probably skipping a lecture in bed. I know that, after some minutes of fruitless efforts to wake me up, “He’s just playing dead” I bet that’s the first thought of anticipation that would echoe in the room of their ignorant brains. “Never miss, Sunday church service” that would be the parable I would preach to them, if I bargained with time for at least a Pico second. Just as I relinquished the hope that I would meet the next morning, I recapitulated – travelled through time, back to my birth date but yet, struggled to tell my death date. How sad? The only thing left on the menu was the arrival of the Angel of death, to execute his usual time-stringent duty - to strip me off my mortal soul. My greatest fear is death, well, it was just a few seconds away, I have never been scared in my life not until this moment. It all happened when I was whiling away time with these heart stabbing emotions, swoosh!!!, I gushed out of sleep like the fresh water of the springs. My eyelids slipped open and I could see the four corners of my room, and my roommates, as they comfortably lay in their beds still in slumber. If the statement ‘believing in this situation’ was a man, then I promise I had never seen him, the real world now seemed like a dream, but it wasn’t; God heard my cry, wiped my tears and gave me a second chance, Alhamdulillah my heart spoke. I wept, the tears stained my heart. I stole a quick glance at time, it all happened in a couple of minutes, how quaint? I lay on my bed and fixed my gaze on the ceiling, whiles my mind was absent trying to understand where I went and why I was still here, but it was too complicated. How useless I was a few minutes ago, how useless the Homo sapiens species were without their souls. And today, I confess that we are all nothing worthy of mentioning without God. Ikhlas, the verse of the Holy Quran that expatiates the oneness of God, I prayed and till now, it is as fresh as the morning dew in my memory - a favourite verse. This moment will forever remain in my memory, I have been saved and transformed. I don’t know what to say, I have had a glimpse of death. We may have fun in this world but I promise it is a scary realm out there. Let’s seek happiness in this world and the hereafter. The world needs change…

SOMETIMES... WHEN I AM ALONE

When I am alone.
Everything is still but silence.
Perfect timing, my thoughts come to life.
Emotions that lingered in refuge wake up and free themselves.
Flashback memories flip like a slide-show.
The pain is prevalent;
There is war burning down the peace everywhere.
Fueled by politics, money, fame and power.
A ravenous infection. Is slaying one another the antidote?
Even with everything, we’ll go to the grave with nothing.
Are we that forgetful? That we are all sons of Adam and daughters of Eve?
The newspaper read “Man beheads boy for money rituals”.
Stories like these can reduce the sincerest bravest of men surrender to tears.

When I am alone.
I just don’t get it.
“Home sweet home”
But sometimes, it tastes not less than gall.
Should even blood relations hold grudges?
We promise each other heavily at the feet of the mountain.
But when we reach the summit, we catch amnesia.
O’ God who else should I trust anymore?
Now that I see these shattered pieces of trust sleeping on the floor.
Kids are starving, striving for an ort.
Elsewhere, money is flying off and sleeping on the dance-floor.
Where’s the sympathy?
At times, I feel weak when I conceal the truth.

When I am alone.
I just don’t get it.
Those who deserve love are the ones served with hurt.
Whom who worked hardest, earned the least, left in the lurch.
These mysterious thoughts are the knots engulfing my neurons.
Loneliness is a poet’s best quill.
Emotions and thoughts are dumb and deaf, but a pen never is.
When it can’t stand agony, it squirts sentiments.
And before it falls asleep, I now seem to get everything.
The Verses of the Quran unweaves all these cryptic tendencies.
Then I reveal a faint smile…”God is perfect
And He promises the best of days” my brain says.
When I am alone…God is with me.
And I know, He’d never leave us alone.

SHATTERED DREAMS

He was a lad, one whom was bright.
Born in the corn fields with a transfixed first sight.
Still, rigidly locked unto the sky.
As years renewed, but for night cometh, he'd admire the birds fly.
How alluring to him, the fashion of their flight.
Thereupon He fell in love, always passionately flying a kite.
Under the harsh sun rays, behind fences, there he stood waiting to steal a glance.
At airplanes hurryng off the runway, springing into turbulence.
Verily, it inscribed a smile on a young fresh visage.
A dream dreamt long to sit behind the cockpit of a flying machine.
"At the least, i shoud afford a joyride behind a passenger seat" he wished.
To soar high, amongst the floridly adorned clouds.
Afloat, riding the turbulence and focusing his gaze at the beauty of nature crafted by God.
But, at a second thought, the ambition would always stall.
And he plummeted from his aspirations.
Despair loomed, patiently snatching remnants of hope.
The broad smile that once brightened evaporated and left gloom.
His dreams were shattered; nay, it was no fault of the young lad.
Father and mother hassled to provide sustenance.
In penury, the family were denizens.
How would he make it to flight school?
or the least, a plane ticket but by God?
A that trice, impossible was a feeling well understood than word.
His dreams rendered aphotic.
But I reckon, the world could have kidnled a torch.
To illuminate the path of his dream to success.
Many chaps today wear the same shoes.
And yea, someone can kindle a torch, and make their dreams a reality...
...Be a hero, wake someone up and help make their dream a reality.!

SOUL TRAIN

Fresh page, my pen relates the odyssey of a soul train.
Life often gives spectacles we can barely explain.
The tears are manifest, like clouds can barely restrain rain.
Doctor, doctor please, the anaesthesia succumbed to the pain.
In the midst of these earthquakes, tsunamis and hurricanes.
Despair emanates but faith restricts complain.
The news now a bare scare, the well-being my heart can barely maintain.
Genocide and homicide painting our walls with blood stains.
Hideous, tainting our memories with indelible stains.
Our hearts are heavy, whereof are the cranes?
Our leaders? they hoard, vague promises, they feign.
What a cruel bargain?
Someone tell me, whereof is the freedom? Tyranny is now shackles and chains.
The spoils of war, gore, mass graves marring our beautiful terrain.

Deep sentiments, my pen relates the expedtiton of a soul train.
The world needs positive change.
Everyone can be a hero, commence a camapign.
There resides a feat in every toil, labour and strain.
Yea, extinguish the scorn, chauvinism and disdain.
Peace in our hearts, peace in the world, we should sustain.
And feed hope, patience and supplications to the sane brain.
Great legacies, pave the way, like neon lights glowing on our lanes.
We are struggling, rowing but tomorrow we will soar like airplanes.
The bravest hearts are ones who free truth bare and plain.
Our prayers beckon the heavens, never to be in vain.
For a day, all the filth of the fiasco would go down the drain.
God will recompense the oppressed, decapitated and the slain.
In lofty mansions, in green gardens on high thrones to rejoice again and again.
As perfectly as God ordained.
My pen goes to sleep, from a voyage of a soul train.

Do they not look at the sky above them? How we have made it and adorned it and there are no flaws in it? And the earth - we have spread it out and set thereon mountains standing firm and produced therein every kind of beautiful growth (in pairs).

QURAN 50: 6 - 7.

QUOTE OF THE DAY.

if today, you pray to God for a gold ring and tomorrow you get a wooden one, then that was the perfect choice.

QUOTE OF THE DAY.

if you have't experienced mistakes and misfortunes, then you haven't learnt anything yet.

QUOTE OF THE DAY.

invest in God and earn more than 100% interest.

QUOTE OF THE DAY.

"i didnt fail the test, I only found out 100 ways how not to go wrong" - BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.

QUOTE OF THE DAY.

"In the eyes of destiny, there are no such things as accidents and casualities"

QUOTE OF THE DAY.

"One small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind" - NEIL AMSTRONG.

QUOTE OF THE DAY.

"A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty, has wasted thirty years of his life" - MUHAMMAD ALI.

QUOTE OF THE DAY.

"...Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country" - JOHN F. KENNEDY

CHRONICLES OF LIFE

At that moment of life, he was so high.
He soared in the sky.
Beaming and gleaming.
It was all sail hail.
And many were his whale tail.
He took them, and they followed him like trails.
Like a beautiful comet.
Their sustenance came from his pocket.
All they did was bask in his light.
And he had more friends, some lurked in the night.

Those who seemed nicest only cracked the Mona Lisa smile.
Smiling! What an intricate assignment for them.
The pain was passionate but shrouded, and they still wore the disguise.
In the depths of their hearts, the hate beat along.
Jealousy tore their emotions like a fierce conflagration.
Eyes glowing, green, greener and greenest.
Waiting for the perfect moment that the malice will suffice.
To extinguish his lights, annihilate the greatness.
And reduce him to their level or even worse...

Yea, their wishes came true,
The unfortunate dawned.
He lost his wings.
And he plummets from the heights.
Everybody was there but few hands spread open.
To cushion his fall.
He fell so hard; he couldn’t rise to his feet.
Then afterwards, he crawled while they moved in fleets.
Now, he had few friends, and he did recognize them all.

Now he wallowed in the mud.
Few were sad though with the lad.
Those he could call family, like true blood.
They would help cleanse him.
But some of many rejoiced at his dim.
They trampled on him and bathe him with spits.
Now they were shinning and he craved to bask in the light lit.
But, the best that reached him were only shadows.
Eyes believed but the mind concluded it was an illusion.
The tears made gave him pure vision
And he learnt during this session…
“Men have broken more trust than glasses”

PRAYER OR SLEEP?

Yet again it is dawn.
The loud shrill crows of the rooster broadcasts.
Nay, the harsh sound of the alarm irritates.
The only euphony is the Athan (call to prayer).
As it rains through the city.
It summons towards the end “… come to prayer, come to success”.
My ears can barely hearken.
Really, at this trice, sleep has never been so sweet.
The soul entombed in it at this summit.
The gentle breeze heartens it.
Tired muscles pledge for an excuse.
And the mind says I have gone too deep to rouse.
Nothing is enough to win a bargain against slumber.
But, yet again the Athan proclaims “…prayer is better than sleep, prayer is better than sleep”.
What! It reverberates.
This time, it tickles my ears.
Ignites the least fortitude buried in this clammy spectacle.
The two worlds are before me leaving me in perplexity; sleep or prayer?
Yea, verily, the promise of my lord is true.
And ultimately I should rise to prayer.
Alas, the war is over, I walk to the sink with drowsy eyes.
Dragging my feet in a lethargic rhythm.
Water bathes my skin during ablution.
Cleansing it and rejuvenating divinity.
Buoyantly, my sins would go down the drain.
There, the mat sleeps on the floor while my feet rest on it.
I begin my prayer appreciating my efforts…
That prayer is better than sleep.

QUOTE OF THE DAY

God heals, the doctor takes the fee - BENJAMIN FRANKLIN

A BALLAD...

Once, you lived with us.
The picture album says it all.
But today, the sorrow is manifest.
Your abode, a void.
Now you only live in our memories,
Memories stained with your love, care and compassion.
In our hearts,
Hearts that you’ve created craters with your unforeseen calling.
In our minds,
Bullied with the continual imagination of your departure.
And in our prayers,
That we say relentlessly for the safety of your soul.
So I write this ballad for you...
A ballad for a fallen soul.

Now as I stand near you, supplicating.
I can hardly believe.
How I can’t even smell a whiff of your existence.
But can feel it all from within.
I can barely restrain the tears.
Like how the clouds are unable to restrain the rains when they gather.
My eyes completely inundated.
But the hope in this prayer at least leaves them dry.
That you are in radiance, in safe hands.
Restores joy to our hearts.
That your salats (worship) and good deeds will keep you company.
Inflames my desire to join you
So I write this ballad for you...
A ballad for a fallen soul.

I know that staring into these pictures would only ignite emotions and stir up tears.
And erupt an earthquake in my heart that no seismograph can read.
Why you left so early; only my Lord knows best.
But @ least it gives life to verses and supplications.
That nourishes my sacred thoughts.
And clothe my naked mind.
Your legacy still glows on our pathways.
As my feet rests on this soil;
I know that my Lord who gave life to the dead earth.
Will again give life to dead bones.
And by His mercy, we’d all dwell in manifest exultation.
In holy mansions.
In gardens underneath which rivers flow.
Reclining on thrones…for eternity.
So I write this ballad for you…
A ballad for a fallen soul.

Co- author: MOHAMMED SHAMUDEEN