Heart

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Hearts of Gold

It gives a new meaning to time, This annual beauty, manifestly sublime That transforms minds, purifies souls, And turns rusty hearts into shining gold. In subduing the animalistic, We may see the truth of the materialistic. From light to light do we refrain, A different nourishment do we long to obtain. What, then, is the matter with me? I cry out in desperation and agony Like a castaway, trying not to drown In the waves of failure and fear that surround. So my chipped gold, unmet goals, Even my...

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A Month To Eternity

My heart is a wreck, Iman equivalent to a speck. I feel as though I stand in prayer alone When they claim Islam is outdated, outgrown. For eleven months, I have waited for this time When I am not the only one experiencing the sublime. Then comes a new moon like a dream, And the world sings, “Ramadan kareem,” I pray so sincerely for the light to stay past thirty days, These moments believers spend reciting His praise. Those that have never prayed the entire year Fall in prostration...

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Mirror of A Believer

Mirror, mirror on the wall, Reflecting the past, the treacherous falls, My soul’s weaknesses pierce your glare, And reflect again on my own despair. Trembling and sore, I seek to erase The failures that are bolded, retraced. My blood boils, tears well up in my eyes, My chest constricts as my throat runs dry. Regret seeps into my aching veins, As memories of vice leak through the pain. I stare narrowly as I clench my teeth, And let out a crippled cry in the face of defeat. “Forgiveness, mercy,”...

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For It is Allah Whom I Obey

I am pulled towards pain, as I watch them all waste away. All my friends engage, and I feel enraged. Must I stay away? I glance and reprimand with a glare, but I cannot bring myself to stare. Innocence and the Deen or, party and face trouble with the unseen? My heart is pulled closer, and my chest feels weaker. Should I disobey? Nay, I cannot afford to stray. I have been given only one chance, to prove worthy myself to the Lord of the Vast. I must not...

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That Which Turns

I was delayed of making amends When that which turns was turned on end. Now rusted iron bars keep me from free terrain Whilst I remain restrained by my own ball and chain. It pains to count days since I’ve locked myself away. The silence grows louder, echo is solemnly appraised. Until the dead night, when footsteps sound, The fear within me surmounts, abounds. Out of the darkness, a figure walks towards me, Treading lightly at first, but then swiftly, quickly. Shrouded in black, its demeanor intact, It examines...

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Where is Home?

Home. Where is home? I thought of this and only then was I faced with the inevitable. “We’re going to move by the end of the year.” My father’s sudden words temporarily silenced me. I paused for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to feel. “Do I have a choice?” I asked, afraid of what I knew he was going to say. “No,” he said quietly. He sensed my pain. He’s seen this look on my face before. But he too, had no choice. I tried...

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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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A Letter To The Heart

Dear Heart, I write this to you as a reminder. Eighteen years and still together, you are surely one of my closest companions. I’ve heard your voice from the beginning: happiness, sadness, and so much more that thumped against your rib cage. And you witnessed all that I have: friends, places, and a lot more through my senses. If you stop pumping the blood circulating through the intricate passes of my veins, I will die within a few minutes. And if I stop my vitals of worship and acts...

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You Are What You Click

Have you ever considered that what you click while surfing the Internet has a lot to say about who you are as a person? One of my favorite things to do when I have a free moment is to read blogs, specifically blogs written by Muslim brothers and sisters. It is always interesting to see what is important enough for them to blog about. Beyond the usual musings my Muslim siblings have (personal lives, politics, fiqh issues and the list goes on), my favorite type of blog entry is...

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A Heart Revitalized

There are times when the body becomes tired and worn out. We feel exhausted and unable to cope under the pressure and stress. It is almost as life has been sucked out of us and we lay there deflated. The only form of treatment for such a condition is to recharge our batteries and by doing so we regain that vigour, strength and drive and become revitalized. The above is exactly what happened to me with a slight difference; instead of on a physical level, it was on a...