The Unintentional

Why oh why don’t you fear your Lord?

He created you and will take you whenever He wants,

But you spread whispered words without sound proof,

Making people who are striving doubt what to do,

Allowing shay’tan to use you,

and put division between those joined,

To look with curious eyes, and suspicious thoughts,

You say “oh but I mean well,

it’s coming from the goodness of my heart,”

Yeah that might be the case,

but how did innovations get started?

Be cautious and aware of the perception of those who trust you,

You are using your tongue,

 to hurt those who don’t even know you,

Beware of the shay’tan learn and know his scheme,

Division is his aim; we are weak if we’re not a team,

So protect yourself and others,

who are battling to know this deen,

It’s ok to research and find truths for yourself,

But before you share them,

address directly those in question,

Ask Allah to forgive us, for we make many mistakes,

Make it easy on your sister in Islam,

She’s striving so hard to grow,

But how can she attain truth,

while gossip overshadows her goals?

Oh my dear, please listen to my sincere advice,

Don’t allow shay’tan to control your tongue,

and break a foundation that’s striving to please their Lord.

Striving

Honesty streams endlessly through her veins,

Filling her heart with conviction to obtain,

Relief from the hardships she has to face,

Blind as she walks the path of uncertainty and blame,

Reliance on her shoulders with every step that she takes,

She just has to find the courage to continuously believe,

That verily along with every hardship, is relief,

Moving forward as worry toils her soul,

Conviction propelling her to move on, and let go,

 The affliction reminding her that nothing last forever,

The resiliency within her determined to make things better,

Staying strong at her weakest moments,

Looking past the hardships with patience as her keys,

Unlocking the rewards and bounties Allah has for her to receive,

Unshackled from the burden of worry and woes,

Certain now that with faith she can become,

Victorious in this world,

And the next,

For verily along with every hardship, is relief,

To put her soul at rest.

It’s Within Me

Words of empowerment,

Soothing the soul,

Lighting the mind,

Uncontrolled rhythm pumping the heart,

Rearranging the play of a scene,

Perpetrating a defining moment captured between

 lust and love,

Honesty and lies,

Weakness and strength,

Bringing you high into elevations

Of emotions untapped,

Complex even undetermined

By the reality of life,

Not mentioned except between a few,

That can understand the power words

Can have on you,

Engulf you into visions unseen,

Draining all your energy,

And leaving you relieved,

Can you feel me?

Do you know how this passion

Consumes the soul,

Once you begin your uncontrolled,

Freedom of the pin in love with the soul,

Wrapped in warm hands,

Caressing the pages,

Oh! How words so vast,

So deep,

Still can’t explain this,

The passion,

The realness,

The rawness from within,

All unleashed by a stroke of a pen,

Remnants of ink on the edge of the pinky,

From this essence that is beyond you and me,

This is my passion,

My melody of sound,

My boundless expression,

My crave of poetry,

Unreserved for a certain crowd,

Do You Feel Me?