Time is the Best Doctor

Time is the best doctor
For its a physician you do not pay
Time is the best doctor
For you can visit it any day

It treats all wounds equally
And all patients are one and the same
Some say it’s absolutely free
But others feel caged within
Its…uncertainty
Will treatment last years or just a day?
But I tend to think
There’s wisdom in the delay.

Time is the best doctor
For its one you do not pay

Blank Canvas

Life has its way of putting you in your place
It has its own unique way of setting up your stage
And forcing you to just… turn the page

It hands you a pen and gives you new actors
There a few props, but for the most part
It’s a brand new and completely blank canvas

It tells you:
You may be the director,
but
You are not the producer.

Guest Poetry: #ICantBreathe

I can’t breathe when justice is murdered
on the streets outside my doorstep
I can’t breathe when equality is tortured
by those who claim to uphold her
I can’t breathe in a place
where lies have a face that grins
and then shoots me in the back
I can’t breathe while the fact
that our president is black
causes us to relax
and embrace
a false sense of security
I refuse to breathe while they slowly
choke our humanity.

-Fuseina Mhmd

Dear Gaza

Audio - [SoundCloud]

Dear Gaza,

I beg you to not take my silence for apathy
My inaction is not a sign of neutrality
I want to respond, I feel your agony

I’m so sick of the anti-Semitic blasphemy
The Israel must defend herself fallacy
All of it, from everyone
Western, Eastern, and Arab policy

Humans tossed aside, souls without lives
Kids without moms, dads without wives
Nothing left,
Not even cattle survives

I hurt for you, I cry for justice
For the return of our moral compass
As the Arabs would say,
Are we all just bloodless?

How do we turn off all ears and eyes
As their cries fill our clear skies
But I get it,
It’s so much easier to dehumanize

They’re the enemy on the other side
Wrapped in black and white, they’re vilified
Or maybe you’re just terrified?
And the inhumanity eats you up inside

Like the blood is too much to handle
Your heart is heavier than an anvil
You’re only you
And it’s all just too much for you to tackle

It’s like where does one start?
Is it best to take the occupation apart?
Or maybe just take a look at the wall’s art.
What about the numbers part by part:

For example, in 1918 a British Mandate
Sought to find the Jews an Israeli State
This became a reality in 1948
And that was game-over, check mate

They rolled in with guns and tanks
Saying, yup I’ll take that and that, thanks
Which started up a toll at the United Nations
With to date, over 77 violations

But maybe you just want to forget history
So let’s talk about today:
Like the 90% living in poverty
The destroyed buildings and streets of the city

All funded by your hard earned money
Bet you never knew that, isn’t that funny?

An entire people living under a dollar
On a piece of land that’s only getting smaller
At the mercy of a foreign controller
That runs water, land and everything from border to border

An open air prison is what they call it
Yeah, its that bad
And we, Americans, pay for it
But before you lose all hope and quit
Let me tell you that yes, you can help

You see the tides are turning
And the masses are learning
We’ve been blind for too long
But justice is returning

And yes, you can play a role
Make learning the conflict a goal
And then educate, maybe donate.
Better yet – let your cart do the talking

Understand that it’ll take us all
But at the end of the day its your call?

Will you take a stand for justice?

Untitled – God’s Love

I miss being loved,
so much.
But then I ask myself:
Is God’s love,
not enough – for you?
Have you not
awoken this morning?
To see the sun, feel the breeze
And two functioning feet?
Do I not,
have a roof over my head?
Am I not,
dry and warm? 

His love is not weathered
by any storm.
I have friends and a family.
And a goal,
with people to serve.
I am whole.

And love.
Is nothing short,
of feeling
complete.

Chalk

A young child of three or four
Lost in his own thoughts
Finds chalk in a lower drawer

Excited he runs into the sun
Finds a lone spot
And, instead of stepping away when he’s done

He cuddles up inside
So he may lay
Next to, and side by side

A mother, no longer there
A reminder to us all:
Who are we to complain

Inspired by a beautiful ad that was inspired by a deeply saddening true story: CHALK

Lesson Learned

My source of news kicked me
And refused to let me be
I fell asleep seeking solace
But he awakens me with a promise
“Arise oh Sawad and listen
Be of the wise in your decision
The Prophet has been sent to us
Providing us with eternal guidance

He did this to me not once but thrice
And each morning I wrote of his advice:

Amazed, I am by jinn and their requests
As they put their camels to the test
Racing towards Mecca seeking light
For the truthful jinn is not like the liar
So go forth and seek the cream of the crop
For the bottom is nowhere near the top

Amazed, I am by jinn and their claims
and how they take their camels by the reins
Racing towards Mecca seeking a guiding star
For the believing jinn are not like the kuffar
So go forth and seek Hashem’s most known
Between the hills and their scattered stone

Amazed, I am by jinn and their spying
And how they take their camels flying
Racing towards Mecca seeking righteousness
For the pious of the jinn are not like the faithless
So go forth and seek the prize of Hashem
And with your very own eyes, take it all in

After the third night when I had risen
I knew that my heart was being tested
So I took my camel and raced toward
the Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, abode
I asked for an audience and when it as granted, I spoke:

“My source of news came to me, after I had laid down to sleep
Despite being made of fire, I knew him not to be a liar
Three nights in a row he said to me, a Prophet from Loa’i’s here
So I gathered my bags and battled through the desert sands
To you, I bear witness that there’s only one God,
and you’ve been entrusted with what’s beyond
You are the final messenger so command away
Even if what came to you would turn the youth gray
Please intercede for me on the day,
and do not allow me to be lost and go astray

And so the Prophet peace be upon him was pleased,
so were his companions and it showed in their cheeks

Now I’ll admit this narration is a little unique
And that may be because it’s weak
But from it we glean an important lesson
That true guidance is from the One above, and not us
We are merely an end to the goal, a part of the all
Guidance is out of our control, and we only play a role

If you’re interested in learning more about the story, check it out on Just.Another.Muslim

I was dying…

“First I was dying to finish high school and start college.
And then I was dying to finish college and start working.
And then I was dying to marry and have children.
And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough for school so I could return to work.
And then I was dying to retire.

And now I am dying…

And suddenly I realize I forgot to live.”

- anonymous

Beautiful piece I came across.

Advice

Video (shout out to Mariam, my classmate that made the awesomeness): Advice

A friend of mine once asked me for advice
She asked me for advice
On the deen* and its rites
Like did you get that, she asked me for advice!

But before my head got “too” big I thought twice
And remembered a true teacher’s advice
And not just any man -
the man nicknamed the Proof of Islam
the real man – Imam, Alghazali*

When his students asked for tips on this life and the next
He responded with basically a full text
And to paraphrase only some of his points
He said the wise get over themselves
And focus on their own deeds, their own spiritual wealth

They don’t sit there and put their actions on blast
Like I prayed 22 rakahs* and made 16 fasts*
No.
The focus is inward, on the deeds done;
and not so you can instagram, blog, or even tweet

Rather so when you meet your Lord up above
Your actions were done out of sincere love
And nothing requires as much attention
as your pre-action intention

No input is more critical -
when it comes to the permissible
Than the recognition
Of your own submission

We must understand our motivation
Stop to assess our own condition
In every action and every situation

Was I thinking of me, myself, I?
Or a slice of my someones pie?
Or was I focused on attaining His pleasure?
And eternal treasure?

He also reminds us to remember our souls
For this life takes a painful toll
There’s a cost for every indulgence
And we cannot afford…
…negligence

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