Sunday, November 4, 2012


I'm going to live in a world where the oceans are flying inside my mind, where waterfalls are flowing down my back, where I'm bleeding forth river after river of magic. There, I'm going to sleep inside the wings of my lover, drink from the land of glittery shadows, and dream with my eyes wide open. I am never going to look back on the footprints I leave on the puddles, rather form new ones eons ahead in time. I will not take breaths that will promise me death, rather I will take breaths that have already and will continue to promise me life in whatever setting possible. I will not cover my heart with my hand. Instead, I will open my palm to capture the raindrops from the oceanic skies. And when I think, when I spread my veins to grasp even the most complex of beings, I will hold on to the branch wholeheartedly, only letting go when my heart compels me to. I will not listen to everyone around me, but I will take into account the thoughts of everyone within me. In the end of it all, I will not just love, I will not just hate, I will not just be happy, sad, frustrated, angry. In the end of it all, when I have finally felt it all and, consequently, felt nothing at all, I will not just be living. In the end of it all, I will be alive. I will be alive.


A collection of thoughts mimics every choice. A fleeting moment, a simple chance. There is only one line that streams across the mind. I never wanted this. I never wanted this. I never. Wanted. This. But it happened. And it is happening. And it will happen. The thoughts only reverberate through the most emotional of beings. Or so it is known. Never is one able to achieve his or her purpose--at least not fully. And so it is known. Life is only a fleeting reminder of the choices made in the past, every ill-begotten day of the present, every deep anticipation of the future. All a simple lie, caught inside the folds of the world's only truth-sayers. The mind believes this not, only varying its patterns so as to think away from these perceptions. However, what shall occur has happened, and what will happen is replaying scene by scene, stroke by stroke, deep inside these simple...minds.
It’s like a dead end you’ve come to. A wall, with the fingerprints of the dead, with the screams still etched on each brick. And you touch the fissures, wishing you could feel it, wishing you could rub against the hot, hot surface. Wishing you could be caressed by each anguished cry…and you feel it, you feel it inside your mouth. When you want it so deep, so inside yourself, so absolutely into your soul, you feel like nothing will let you go. And you reach toward it, reach to touch it and to wrench every desire out of it, until nothing else is dripping but her filthy blood, a white spread on a vermilion tablecloth. And you touch, and you suck it in, and you taste it within the farthest reaches of your mind, and you think, you cannot think, you cannot form a coherent thought so as to wonder what is happening to you. This taste, this strength, this hate, this deep, deep hatred that is taking over everything in your body. You’ve yearned for it, you’ve wanted it, and now, now when you have it, you feel like running from it, but you do not for your feet just walk towards it, and your soul is carved into it and you stay. You stay and you bleed and you feel what it can, and only it can, give to you. And you revel in it. You absolutely bask in it, in what it makes you feel, in the different types of hatred it shows you, in all the ways it breaks you over and over again. And you cannot stop anything with it anymore, you cannot stop it, you do not want to stop it, and it will not stop; it will only take over, delve into you so deep, so utterly within you, that it merges, and you merge with it, and it becomes one inside of you and you become nothing inside of it..

Monday, September 24, 2012

"Even if man does not see, God sees."

~ Afrikan Proverb

Thursday, June 7, 2012

"I hated every minute of training, but I said, Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion." 

- Muhammad Ali

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Bringer of wine, pass around the cup and be lavish!
for love that seemed easy at first turned out to be full of struggle.
Ah, the blood flooding into our hearts
when the breeze spread the fragrance of her braid…
At the master’s command, soak your prayer-mat with purple wine.
Every traveller knows the road and the customs of the journey.
At camp, in the caravan of the fair one, how can I rest?
Each moment the bell cries, ’Load the camels!’
Horrid darkness – dread - the sucking vortex -
what can light-weights strolling the shore ever know of our state?
In the end, my work brought me nothing but a bad reputation -
and yet, how its power endures, known to the faithful.
Hafiz, if you want the beloved near, draw near yourself,
let go of the world when you come to her, surrendering all.
Hafiz Shirazi

Sunday, March 18, 2012

As long as you have a contented heart, then you and one who owns everything are equal and the same.” -Imam al-Shafi

Monday, March 12, 2012

Be like a tall tree with high aims; if a stone is thrown at it, it simply lets its fruits drop..

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Hassan Bin Thabit (Ra) poetry praising our beloved Prophet (Peace be upon him)

wa ahsano minka lam tara qatto ayni
wa akmalo minka lam talidin nisa'oo
khuliqta mubarra'an min kulley aibin
ka annaka qad khuliqta kama tasha'oo

My eyes have never seen more beautiful/complete than You
The women have not given birth to a more perfect than You
You have been created free from any defects
As if You were created as You wished

Meri aankh ne tujhse zyada khubsurat shakhs nahi dekha
Tujhse zyada sahibe jamal kabhi kisi aurat ne nahi jana
Aap har 'aib se is tarah paak aur saaf hai
Jaise aap apni marzi aur pasand se paida hue hain

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

"Oh Allah make us realise our faults, but don't make us a lesson for others."

- Imam al Sharani

Friday, February 10, 2012

Ay chehra-e zeba-e tu rashk-e butan-e azari;
Har chand wasfat mikunam dar husn-az-aan zebatari.
Aafaq ra gar deedah am mehr-e butan warzeedah am;
Bisyar khuban deedah am lekin tu cheez-e degari.
Man tu shudam, tu man shudi, man tan shudam, tu jan shudi;
Taakas nagoyad baad azeen man deegaram tu deegari.
Khusrau ghareeb ast-o gada uftadah dar shehr-e shuma;
Baashad ki az behr-e khuda, su-e ghareeban bangari.

O you whose beautiful face is the envy of the idols of Azar
(Abraham's father and famous idol maker);
You remain superior to my praise.
All over the world have I traveled;
many a maiden’s love have I tasted;
Many a beauty-star have I seen; but you are something unique.
I have become you, and you me; I have become the body,
you the soul; So that none hereafter may say
that “I am someone and you someone else.”
Khusro a beggar, a stranger has come wandering to your town;
For the sake of god, have pity on this beggar
and do not turn him away from your door.

by Amir Khusro ! :)

Friday, February 3, 2012

When you love someone for the sake of Allah, you want the best for them. It might not be what they exactly want, but it. ’s what they exactly need because you want to be in paradise together.
اللهُمَّ لا سَهْلَ إلا مَا جَعَلتَهُ سَهْلا وَ أنتَ تَجْعَلُ الحزْنَ إذا شِئْتَ سَهْلا

Allahumma la sahla illa ma ja’altahu sahla, wa anta taj-alul hazna idha shi’ta sahla

Meaning: Allah. There is nothing easy except what You make easy, and You make the difficult easy if it be Your Will.

I looked at all friends, and did not find a better friend than safeguarding the tongue. I thought about all dresses, but did not find a better dress than piety. I thought about all types of wealth, but did not find a better wealth than contentment in little. I thought of all types of good deeds, but did not find a better deed than offering good advice. I looked at all types of sustenance, but did not find a better sustenance than patience.

- Omar bin Al-Khattab
Oh Holy Prophet, would that your dog was called Jami
You would call for your dog and I would come running.

- Mawlana Jami

Happy Eid e Mawlid Day! :)

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

‘Even though you’re not equipped,
keep searching:
equipment isn’t necessary on the way to the Lord.
Whoever you see engaged in search,
become her friend and cast your head in front of her,
for choosing to be a neighbour of seekers,
you become one yourself;
protected by conquerors,
you will yourself learn to conquer.
If an ant seeks the rank of Solomon,
don’t smile contemptuously upon its quest.
Everything you possess of skill, and wealth and handicraft,
wasn’t it first merely a thought and a quest?’
(Masnavi, 3.1445-1449, trans. Shaykh Kabir Helminski)