Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Friday Morning Thoughtlings

// December 9th, 2011 // 2 Comments » // Blog

Emotionally, I die a little more each day.
Physically, each breath I am closer to death.
Spiritually, though, I am still but a seed.
A slumbering soul waiting to germinate,
to spring forth, be freed, from soil where body lays to rest.

Taraweeh in the Basement: A Haiku

// August 27th, 2010 // 4 Comments » // Blog

Above and around,
thuds resound, as knees meet ground.
“Allahu Akbar”.

Amir Sulaiman: Interview & Poetry Recital

// January 28th, 2009 // 1 Comment » // Video

The wonderfully talented, Muslim poet, Amir Sulaiman, performed in London recently, as part of a UK tour organized by Soul City Arts and the Arts Council. This video contains a interview with the artist himself, followed by a recitation of his brilliant piece, titled: “Corner Store Folklore”.

Closed Captions are only available for the interview portion of this video.

Media Guy Revealed

// November 20th, 2008 // 3 Comments » // Photos

This evening, I attended a poetry reading organized by Soul City Arts. I dragged Media Guy along to help me film the event, in addition to an interview I conducted with the main performing artist, Amir Sulaiman. We were joined by my good friend, erm… I have yet to think of a blog handle for her!

Anyway… after carrying a bunch of heavy duty equipment across East London, debating American racial politics, and eating a good dinner, poor Media Guy collapsed into an ocean of velvet, and felt absolutely no shame in snoozing in full view of the surrounding public!

Black, hooded thobe >> Grim Reaper catching some Zees.

I guess young media guys can get away with these things… {smiles}


// November 8th, 2008 // 12 Comments » // Blog

Sometimes, it feels like there sits a rock where your heart should be…

But God says:

Even after that, your hearts became as hard as rocks, or even harder;

For there are rocks from which streams spring out,

And some from which water comes when they split open,

And others which fall down in awe of God:

He is not unaware of what you do.

Holy Qur'an 2:74

Perhaps emotional anguish creates the cracks within a stony heart,

from which purifying rivers burst forth?

Perhaps it is the only way for rocks,

caged within steel ribs,

to be humbled;

that they may fall down,


in awe of their Lord.

If so…

Allahu akbar for a broken heart.

Romancing The Scholar

// October 18th, 2008 // 9 Comments » // Blog

It seems Muslim scholars of old knew how to make the ladies swoon… Seriously, if this doesn't get you singletons sighing wistfully, and you marrieds gesturing blissfully at your spouses, I don't know what will!

AE: She Was Asleep. I Kissed Her. She Awoke.

Name Power

// October 17th, 2008 // 7 Comments » // Blog

My lesson for this evening:
The power of words;
More specifically,

My own name;
An identity of my own making.
A cause for new opportunities.
Now reduced in its capacity.

An old name;
Once a reason to be joyful,
But after a season of much angst,
Is unwanted and ignored.

A new name;
Cuts deep into tender underbelly,
Each time it's flaunted at me.
An unknown taunt that haunts me.

A special name;
The kind that is kept secret,
Between two who love eachother,
For the sake of their Creator.

Truly there is a lesson
In the power of these words;
More specifically,

What's your name power?


// October 15th, 2008 // 7 Comments » // Blog


My mother used to say:
(And sometimes she still does)
The heart is like a china plate;
Once broken,
It can be glued back together,
But the cracks will always show.


A girl,
Runs madly,
Back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back and forth.
Eyes forever staring upwards.
Her hands reach out towards five, tall poles,
Each with a single china plate
balanced on top.
“Must keep spinning…
“Must keep spinning”,
She quietly mutters
Under her breath.
She tries.
She tires.
Her hands become clumsy.
China plates begin to fall.


Why did she never think
To put them away?
These once beautiful china plates,
Belonged in a beautiful china cabinet.
To be displayed,
And never touched.
Only to be brought out
For the most special of company.
Too late now for tears.


Too many plates.
Too many pieces.
Too many broken hearts.
Not enough glue.

And broken they shall remain.

Peace Be With You

// September 15th, 2008 // 10 Comments » // Blog

A place of peace.

Lying on an open plain.
Cool grass beneath bare feet.
Arms outstretched above your head.
One hand playfully fiddles with smooth blades.
The other strokes long, soft, silky strands of hair.
A slight smile rests gently on your lips.

Eyes closed, but filled with light.
A light that shines so brightly.
But doesn't burn your eyes.
It bathes your face like a warm embrace.

Imagine this moment…
A moment of peace.

Not a care.
Not a worry.
Not an ounce of stress.

The light envelopes you.
Makes you.
Loves you.

Then you realise…

The sky is not a canopy of blue atmosphere.
But the Throne of Ar-Rahman.

And the light is not that of a brilliant star.
But the Noor of the One that you have craved for all eternity.

And that this is no ordinary garden.
But it is the only place of true peace.

Your real home.

Your Jannah.

Waiting for you to return…

Photo Credit: Jo and Paul's pics

Poetic Smackdown

// August 19th, 2008 // 7 Comments » // Blog

Thank Allāh for the video camera, seeing as I would not have been there to witness this even if I had somehow attended last week's IlmSummit. Girls, this is what our brothers get up to behind closed doors!

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