alhumdulillah.. : D
1.
From The Palette of Time
(In memory of the Shuhadah)
Frenzied strokes of imagination, paint vivid pictures in my mind
Bright and bold images, blending from the Palette of Time
Depictions of Battles - of swords flashing in the sun
The sweetest hues of anticipation of martyrdom to come.
Pride shades the sorrow on my face as I imagine the scene
When earth was coloured crimson for the sake of the true deen
Is that glow from the sun or the colour of a martyr's blood
Or a rainbow of love and sacrifice, in Islamic brotherhood
And high from the battlefield, rises a crescendo of yells of pain
A Mujahid strikes for the sake of Allah, a Kafir for worldly gain
For women, wealth and status, thus fools for earthly treasures!
Grieved will you be on the Day, for with you died your pleasures!
Ruby strokes bleed sorrow and anger at the Battle of Uhud
When the cursed Abdullah bin Shahaab, broke my Prophet's tooth!
How I wish my tears could fall at the feet of those - in gratitude
Who fiercely fought to defend the Prophet, until martyrdom ensued
O Mothers' of Martyrs silently weeping, how do I paint your heart?
For truly the colour of patience when grieved, a picture can never impart
I cannot paint in my mind, their souls in the green birds of Heaven
But know your beloved sons forever, in Allah's shade were taken
One day, I'll let my mind paint again, pictures of Islamic history
The unimaginable stories of sacrifice, the moments of defeat and victory
O Allah, grant us martyrdom - the faithful believers of your Beloved's Ummah
And make us leave like those before us – unforgotten examples of Shahadah.
2.
Forever
on a fragranced path, through the trees
she runs barefooted like the breeze
delicate pink blossom crush underfoot
softening the sound of the owl's hoot
petals whip up by the silken garb
fingers tighten on her precious hijab
on and on she runs toward the dazzling light
where love would be requited forever tonight
and there beside the shimmering lake
she sees the place where he had prayed
her loving gaze caresses the mark of sujood
where the pleasure of Allah he had pursued
he'd died before she'd become his bride
on their wedding day, he was shrouded in white
no final words, no goodbyes, no nothing
just earth preparing herself for his coming
she knows he'd have wanted her to be strong
to accept what Allah had willed and do no wrong
soft sobs break the still air and she cries
O Allah let us be together in Paradise!
she stands to go.. a determined look upon her face
not noticing her heart has started to race
suddenly she sinks to the ground, so cold and bare
a ghostly mist of breath escapes into the still air
3.
Regret
beauty of all shapes, color and size
what hadn't he looked at with those eyes?
until a veil of blindness had descended
his days of transgression suddenly ended
now his eyes are dead to the sinful gaze
his mind begins to clear of evil's haze
he'd tasted the pleasure of forbidden fruit
yet his soul remained famished in dispute
"why?" he repeats, "Do I feel empty inside?"
until the answer comes in a blessed disguise
the distant sound of Qur'anic recitation
he knows what he must do without hesitation
as now in the sundown of his life
when self-denial is no longer rife
he clearly sees what he's left behind
and wonders how he could've been so blind?
he remembers in the spare room.. a dusty nook
something priceless lies in the shape of a book
not once he'd glanced at a single page
but had left it there to yellow with age
a desperate hunger begins to fill his soul
the recitation is getting louder nextdoor
gripping his stick he reaches the spare room
sending things flying in its murky gloom
and soon.. his hand settles upon the dusty Book
a sob explodes in his chest, oh how long it took!
his heart soars as he opens its pages
like million birds let out of their cages
repentance mists over sad eyes with tears
"will Allah ever forgive me - since death nears?"
and as if something is telling him to keep listening...
he hears.."And Seek forgiveness of Allah;surely Allah is Forgiving.." (73:20)
willing his eyes to see, just for a few seconds
to see Allah's Words, His gift of Guidence
in hope of forgiveness he raises his hands
as tears splash onto the Holy Qur'an
4.
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a silhoutte against the gleaming moon
she stands by a window, in her room
her fingers touch the cold glasspane
tracing rivulets of pouring rain
he said he'd come home tonight
they hadn't argued, there'd been no fight
but no harm had come to him she knew
he was with a new wife and baby too
an emptiness aches inside her barren womb
where no flower now, would ever bloom
motherhood cruelly snatched by a final miscarriage
she'd lowered the drawbridge for a second marriage
he'd promised to fulfil her rights that day
pledged to treat them equally come what may
yet tonight, like so many nights before
she only imagines him coming through the door
she wonders if the moon can see her misery
his light is reflecting much too fiercely
illuminating the delicate contours of her face
her solemn beauty, so dignified with grace
dark eyes glitter with defeated tears
she knows he wont come as dawntime nears
with a hopeful heart she prepares for salah
donning perfumed garments for a meeting with Allah
nearby, a candle and breeze enjoy a flickering dance
when a sudden gust of wind threatens to end their romance
a remorseful husband stands watching from the door
the epitome of forgiveness, in sujood on the floor
~*~*~*~
Now I need a pen name 
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