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.


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*
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…

 © Dua Writes. All Rights Reserved.

Untitled Prayer

My heart hurts, as my homes fall apart
From beloved Palestine to (3)Iraq
And I pray to the blessed One up above
To shower them all with mercy and love
To protect the innocent and young
And to end this unnecessary blood shed

I ask the world, to think of every boy and girl
To remember we all breathe the same air
And although it’s all happening “over there”
What we let happen today, will affect us all some day.

Postscript at the Broad

I attended a pretty sweet workshop at the Eli Broad Art Museum at MSU that consisted of exploring their new exhibition PostScript and then attempting our own impressions of it. Here’s what I came up with (in reverse chronological order)!

The Poet’s Pen


Be You


Words of Art


To Have Faith

The idea of having faith is trusting in the One Most Great
Most Merciful, Most Magnificent, Most Just
The Taker, and the Giver; the One who truly knows it all
The One, the Only, from up above.

Trust in the good, the bad, and the mediocre
The happy, the sad, and the neutral
Trust in what’s clear and what’s vague
In all that we love and all we hate

Trust without limits
In the One
Who’s mercy is