Freedom's March

~A dedication to the brave oppressed souls of Bahrain~

By the morning

And the ten nights

A glittering castle has its end in sight

Built in flesh

Carved in bone

Attired in rubies of blood

A pristine lake in the backyard

Built by damming of truth

A wave of freedom

And the puppet tangles his string

The dam has broken, the river will flow

Give us liberty, or give us death!

The garden of martyrdom has its flowers in bloom

Imprisoned bodies, untied minds are congregating at the roundabout

Sunshine and fireworks come watch the show

Free yourself from oppression!

                                                      Ummah, tighten your belt          

The caliphs are losing their grip

Brother, clear your diary

Freedom is marching to town

Spring

Strive,

Feel the heat,

Take the challenge.

Hope,

Take a leap,

Live on faith.

Cry,

Cool the heart,

With your tears.

Flee,

From the self,

Let it die.

Awake,

Open your eye,

Look in the mirror.

Proclaim,

To the world,

Bounties from the Lord.

Love,

For your brother,

As yourself.

Fear,

No one man,

Just your sin.

Fly,

Soar to the sky,

Prostrate your head.

Fight,

The great jihad,

Know yourself.

Scorch,

In summer’s heat,

Your earthly load.

Rejoice

In the Lord

Spring has come.

The Anatomy of Sin

Sin starts as an eyelid

      Blotting out conscience’s light

Sin grows like a limb

      Bringing all forbidden to reach

Sin is blood

      Permeating every vein

Sin is fat

      Insulating against the truth

Sin is flesh

      Taking a solid form

Sin is bone

      Supporting a wayward cause

Sin is the tooth

      Biting the lip in regret

Sin is a finger

      Pointing, blaming and accusing

Sin is a coma

      Shutting the mind to reason

Sin is the heart pulsing

      One beat leading to the next

Sin is the tongue

      Tasting and craving for more

Sin is tooth decay

      Eating away leaving a cavity

Sin is sensitive skin

      Renewed in the heat of the flame

[... [Qur'an 4:56] Those who reject our Signs, We shall soon cast into the Fire: as often as their skins are roasted through, We shall change them for fresh skins, that they may taste the penalty: for Allah is Exalted in Power, Wise.  ...]

Heavenly Breeze

Listen

A flute from the garden

A call from beyond

Awake

The time of the lovers is here

For the reunion with the only One

Supplicate

And seek the unending life

Raise your hands and close your eyes to the world

Forsake

The glitter that isn’t gold

The attraction that will fast fade

Remember

Only through humility will you rise

And strike the open enemy right in his face

Strive

The struggle never ends

Till certainty lays you on its earthy bed

Accept

The challenge you took on that day

It made you, of creation, the best

Invited

Your call to the heavenly abode

Till then scorn the world and its plastic array

Rejoice

In the end, reunion is soon

Forever abide in bliss from the Lord.

Lost Friend

Lonesomeness conquered me

The prison stifling, its allure fading

I sought the one who would nurture me

Guide me, inspire me, set me free

Thus began the quest for Thee

The one whose name I whispered

When I turned at night

Who would cause me tears

And chase my fears

I drank the sea of your love from the book

Till I was drowned

Tossed upon its waves and storms

Still seeking

Landing on the shore

Now I knew I could hold no more

I begged at the door to the city its key

Through the books and ink I sought to be free

All my journey all my quest

Seeking you, torn apart

And I began to wonder

Who took me on my travel

And was my ark in the sea

Who sheltered me

Upon the shore

And took me through the valley

I felt a light, growing stronger

I had plunged the darkness seeking day

Till I could go no longer

Now to realize my light

My friend

Had held my hand

All the way.

The Idols Will Fall Again

The noble grandfather taught a new way

Reminding the teachings of prophets of yore

Calling to one God and truth

Kill not, nor steal

And honor your women folk

With Khaleel upon his shoulder

Brought the gods tumbling down

Destroying racism he raised Bilal to make the call

For posterity, his last wish, hold to the weighty two

Which hand in hand will guide

Lead you to the heavenly pond

But for gold and fame and the glittering crown

To heaven’s seven winds the teachings are thrown

The brother and the Hasanayn

Through Sajjad, Baqir, Sadiq and al Kadhim

Then Ridha, Taqi, Naqi and Askariyy

Toiled to keep alive his sublime way

Now once again vice has become virtue

The steadfast far and few

The ummah calls for its promised master

And waits, with bated breath

Fervently supplicating for him

The son of noble ancestry

The sun behind the clouds

To revive the religion anew

And bring the idols crashing down.

'Coz You are You

I am running away

Escaping the heat and fray

Round and round

I cannot accept Your ground

Every nook every corner

I meet another sojourner

Where have you been they ask

Where have I not I task

What did you find they query

What did I lose I worry

At last I can fight no more

Again, I am humbled at Your door

For a moment I hesitate

Will my worst fears precipitate

If you turn me away

I have not another way

A crack, a light from beyond

And then I know what I have found

Though I have sinned through and through

My comfort, my rest is that You are You.