freedom

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My Heart Seeks

I walk not knowing where I am headed, What lies in front of me, what path I’ve treaded. Lost in the midst of a jungle, blinded by lush trees, The thorns prick my feet, causing them to bleed. Shall I detour from the trees to see what lies ahead of me? Or shall I take a different path, and from this jungle be freed? Or should I make for myself shoes to walk within it safely– Shoes with soles of patience and heals of piety? Should I walk alone...

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To Tape to My Dorm Wall

My sister, know that only a prayer keeps us afloat for tomorrow: pulling down, pushing through the boarded window. I pack three suitcases for part two of the world: sleeping in, cheap wine, tax forms, sorority girls. I will miss my little brother calling adhan. Will I wake for fajr, a pink dawn? In a few months, I will have all Ramadhan, alone, to leash myself, to work my way through a plastic box of Palestine’s sweetest pitted dates. This summer, I’ll be packing my bags and preparing to...

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Finding Freedom

Freedom. That elusive state of mind, Cherished much, different in kind, Sought after by the soul of man, Seeking, foolishly, in far off lands, Freedom; are you on the wings of the birds, Traversing the sky in organized herds? Or perhaps you are found in the heart of the youth, Living for the moment, yet to see the truth? Freedom; are you the wind that kisses the trees, Invisible yet felt in the form of a breeze? Or maybe you are hidden in violent rage, In the tears that...

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The Lake House

Beyond a forest whence wind whispers, Amidst harmony and her sisters, Among vast land and alluring shadows, Stood a lake house in a deserted meadow. It cried a hymn, a cunning calling, To the one who found it deceiving; appalling, “Thou hast thieved thyself of this, Thou must return and reminisce.” Temptations were of the victim’s least interest, For long has it been defiantly distressed. Never did he intend to return; He cursed the lake house and wished it to burn. In the depths of the darkness it was...

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Free The People

It was for years, everyday, in the land of the sand With their fears, the voice of the people banned No speaking, no freedom; bending to their command For reasons, we believed it, and sit as they stand But look back to the story, once a kingdom of glory Oppressed, the very citizens—the leader’s quarry The Pharaoh, much dinero, treating the people poorly And those who chose to stand up got crushed like Ms. Corrie The right, to fight for what’s right, got lost along the line The line...

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A Pure Mind

Do you get sins based on your thoughts? Two years ago, I witnessed this question being posed to Shaykh Yasir Qadhi in an AlMaghrib seminar. Fortunately, the answer was in the negative and that one does not get sinned based on their thoughts except when in Makkah, Alhamdulillah. I had left it at that for the time being, but when I later listened to a lecture entitled, Allah Is Al-Hayyiy, I was amazed to hear the following: The Prophet (salAllahu alayhi wa sallam) once came to the Sahabah and...