poems

Utopia (11/92)

I dreamt of a place filled with peace and happiness
This place reminded me of tranquility, pacificity,
relaxation, and joy
It was a place where bickering, hostilities,
and evils ceased to exist.
It was a place where the old ones speak of,
but cannot see until their departure.
It was a place where the pure ones are admitted,
and the dark ones denied.
The law of this land is love.

It is love that makes you functional.
It is love that decided your fate.
It is love that allows ou to be rich.
It is love that procudes your kindness.
It is love that grants you life until the next day.
And to gain this love is to hate evil.

We must realize that our place in this world is limited,
and we must make the most with what little we have with us.
Destroy the differences and unite together so that we,
the denizens of this world,
can live in peace and harmony.
But most importantly, we can reach

.... HEAVEN.

Assalaamaualaikum

It's been 4 and a half hours now,
since she told me what she did.
"I'm going this way,
and you're going that."
And brothers, it's been like an eternity.
I don't why it hurts so much,
since this was the second time around.
But I guess we all must remember:
"Whatever was going to hit us was going to hit,
and whatever was going to miss us was going to miss.
And whatever hit us was not going to miss,
and whatever missed us was not going to hit."
So I ask Allah,
to forgive me,
and pardon her,
and bless us both in the paths we take,
and to bring us nearer to Him by them,
and to never let us go astray.
I pray that all my dua's that I made for this,
that Allah has answered them all...
waiting,
waiting for me in Jannah, Insha'Allah.
And that when I see these treasures stored up for me then there,
I will be among those who exclaim:

"Ah! Would that that there remained not one of my prayers,
that had ever been answered in the dunya!"

                          The Seed Within . . .

                An infantile seed, carried by the wind,
              whirls around until reaching its final goal.

                Its roots extend and then take firm hold,
              embedded deeply within the nourishing soil.

               Hence springs forth, for all eyes to behold,
                the glorious vision of a grand sycamore.

                Indeed is the Plan, the best of Designs,
                Decreed by the Wisdom of our Mighty Lord.

                Each creation carries its own seed within,
                   following along a similar course.

                  A miniscule entity may be our start,
                ahead of us, great things may be in store.

                The outcome of our seed is yet to be seen.
               That which we reap proceeds from what we sow.

                Indeed is the Plan, the best of Designs,
               Decreed by the Wisdom of our Great Creator.