Cry in the Night

The silence and the darkness come hand in hand,

For many lengths of the passing sand.

Enshrouding all and everything, dead or alive,

Those peacefully sleeping and those striving to survive.

In the last part of that long and lonely time,

The Lord listens out for prayers from those that moan and whine.

My Lord, forgive me my sins, and keep me on the path steadfast,

Let me not return to that confusing, lonely,lost past.

Let me die in belief,a state of imaan.

Give me opportunities to repent, do what I can.

Do not let me in Jannaham, time and time again burn.

You surely are the creator and to You we will return.

Ameen

Anticipation

The impounding loud beat,

From many hooves and feet.

Adrenaline in circulation,

From the holy migration.

My love to meet my Lord,

Draws me closer even more.

To fulfill one of the most holiest rights,

The sheer thought gives restless nights.

The act that brings me to the holiest place,

And will testify for me when you I come to face.

When, my Lord, will you bestow upon me that act.

To revive my imaan and keep it intact

The Ending Day

A sister poem to the breaking night.

The Ending Day

The daylight turns to a orange haze,
Setting everything onto a fiery blaze.
Loud noises, flapping and scrapping echo aloud,
As the market closes down all around.

The humid heat beats off the baked clay,
Customers and sellers haggle to a final say,
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, the adhan calls,
Bouncing off the still buzzing market street walls.

The daylight turns to a red haze,
Setting everything onto a fiery blaze.
Loud noises,flapping and scrapping echo aloud,
Response from a large crowd to that echoing sound.

The humid heat no longer beats off the baked clay,
Walking to the masjid worshippers recall events of the day.
Haya alas Salah, Haya alas Salah, the adhan calls,
Bouncing off the now empty market street walls.

The daylight turns to a small white haze,
Everything no longer appears to be ablaze.
Loud noises, flapping and scrapping echo aloud,
From the masjid, from the praying,now the only sound.

Lost

Lost is a word that cannot be described,
How with the dunya the heart can be bribed.
Youre told worldy pleasures can do you no harm,
Its the only way to satisfy your heart and make it so, so calm.

You work to buy and work to buy some more,
Will it keep your heart content forever, for sure?
Time passes by as you constantly strive for the best,
Always seeking to be topdog, on top of the rest.

Lost is a word that cannot be described,
Surely throughout my life my people, my own family have not lied,
Surely not in everything I could ever believe?
My mind is so confused and for miles I cannot see.

Consumerism is the way, screaming everything they say,
Go out, get a job, get money, dont delay.
They chant and chant, trying to make their ownselves believe,
But what will it do from once this world I leave?

Lost is a word that cannot be described,
Living the life chasing after this world, indeed I have tried.
In this shallow mentality have I barely survived.
I thank whoever it is my heart has not truly died.

Now I have come to a point,tell me what path should I seek,
One that will increase and strengthen my poor heartbeat.
Surely I can use my rational, my intellect, my mind,
To help me along the path I so desperately need to find.

Islam is a word that can be described,
It is a word I now hold dear,in my life I have testified.
The gift it holds of contentment in my heart and mind,
The one only thing that in sense I truly find.

The shahadah, the uttered words upon my breath,
Has given sadness, loneliness and feeling lost their due death.
The worldy things in life are no longer of any concern,
Allah is the only one, and to Him is the return

written a little while back with the reflection of my conversion to the deen.

Wasalam

The breaking night

The red streaks break across the midnight sky,
Movement stirs in the trees when it is time.
Calls from beyond fill the ending night,
By so many things, so little, so slight.

Rich colours start to stir, come alight.
The life giving rays, so bright.
A voice from afar escapes to the air.
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, it will declare.

The red streaks break across the midnight sky,
Movement stirs in the houses when it is time.
Proclamation of the one fills the ending night.
By so many voices, all ages, they all unite.

Fabric swings and sways in the light wind.
From those repenting, those that have sinned.
A voice from afar escapes into the air.
Haya alas Salah,Haya alal falah, it will declare.

The red streaks break across the midnight sky.
Movement stirs in the masjids when it is time.
Praise of Allah fills the ending night,
By the congregation, in packed rows, ever so tight.