an old poem

why does the time affect me so
why can i not just let it go

since when was i one to sigh
my spirit is all i defy

how can i know if what i’ve done was right
i lack the certainty, that light

i hate to feel my heart so clenched
with worry it’s fully drenched

i can only call out
‘yaa rabb’, no doubt

only He can cure
that which is obscure

ode to you…

Yaa Qalbi

.

You run away with such high hopes

Only to be met by a closed door

You seek the fulfillment of the present

Yet patience you do ignore

.

How do I contain this surge of anticipation?

Without the deep sorrow of regret

Close your eyes ya qalbi,

Protect yourself and forget

.

Forget the glimmering dunya

Just be calm and be patient

The promise of your Creator

Will soon absolve this torment

.

‘Don’t bother’ scolds the mind

‘Why not?’ the qalb does protest

‘You’ll get hurt yet again’

‘Then what can ease this tumultuous unrest?’

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……

You are…

You are strong…
when you take your grief and teach it to smile…

You are brave…
when you overcome your fear and help others to do the same.

You are happy…
when you see a flower and are thankful for the blessing.

You are loving…
when your own pain does not blind you to the pain of others.

You are wise…
when you know the limits of your wisdom.

You are true…
when you admit there are times you fool yourself.

You are alive…
when tomorrow’s hope means more to you than yesterday’s mistake.

You are growing…
when you know what you are but not what you will become.

You are free…
when you are in control of yourself and do not wish to control others.

You are honorable…
when you find your honor is to honor others.

You are generous…
when you can take as sweetly as you can give.

You are humble…
when you do not know how humble you are.

You are thoughtful…
when you see me just as I am and treat me just as you are.

You are merciful…
when you forgive in others the faults you condemn in yourself.

You are beautiful…
when you don’t need a mirror to tell you.

You are rich…
when you never need more than what you have.

You are fortunate God gave you the blessing to remember Him while others do not perceive this reality.

You are you…
when you are at peace with who you are not.

‘No weapon that is known on earth can yield the power praise can do alone; so praise your Lord is you wish to be successful.’