It’s a wrap

Poetry

It’s that time of the year… where everyone seems to look back and think about resolutions made at the dawn of 2019…

It seems like yesterday that I wrote a post on What a year it’s been! and here I am 12 months later…

This post is actually “Take2” of “It’s a wrap! Take 1 alas, I forgot to save 😔

The Need of the Hour

Poetry

At this tragic time enveloping my beautiful isle – we’ve all been reduced to “keyboard warriors“.

Google describes a keyboard warrior as:

 “A person who behaves aggressively and/or in an inflammatory manner in online text-based discussion media

I dislike the term aggressively or in an inflammatory manner! There’s no need for aggression and ignition of any sort!

Instead, to me a keyboard warrior is someone who resorts to expressing their feelings and opinions using words as a tool – no need to rebuke or ignite!

It’s peace all the way 😊

Eeman Booster – III

geography, Ramblings, Travels

And (remember) when Ibrahim (Abraham) said, “My Lord! Show me how You give life to the dead.” He (Allah) said: “Do you not believe?” He [Ibrahim (Abraham)] said: “Yes (I believe), but to be stronger in Faith.” ….

(Surah Baqarah : Verse 260)

Certainly we believe in Him who created us and all that exists. But occasionally witnessing the marvels of His creations, their synchrony, their might and power gives us that eeman boosting moment where, as Prophet Abraham said it enables us to be stronger in faith and affirm our faith in He who created us and all that exists.

#TBT to Motherhood

Parenting, Poetry

New mum –

I was one once!

I realize the excitement, the ardor, the need for the “best”.

The best of everything that we can possibly give them and surround them with.

A post which made me go down memory lane- 13 years down memory lane.

Alhamdulillah for those souls that give us both joy and drive us insane. 🙂

Eeman Boosters- 1

geography, Knowledge, Ramblings

As Muslims we believe that everything happens according to Allah’s plan and will. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that my teaching Geography would have a relation/ connection on my faith to the Almighty.

I never thought that it could increase my Eeman

I never thought that I would appreciate this faith so much

I never imagined that it could lead me to affirming my Rabb’s Lordship

Certainly

أشهد أن لا إله الله و أشهد أن محمد عبده و رسـوله

I attest that none has the right to be worshiped except Allah and that Muhammad is His servant and messenger.

SubhanaAllah.

Alhamdulillah!

Family, Ramblings

“An attitude of gratitude”

We all have those good days and bad days. I’d like to think we are allowed to- after all that’s what makes us human. Like many of you out there, we always always find something or the other to make us annoyed and fret about.  So like you out there, reading this post – ironically in between all those mooning and moaning I do spit out Alhamdulillah as often as I remember.

Time

Poetry

There seems to be so much to do,

“Self Care” somehow comes way down the list..

Sometimes we don’t have time to think about self care, but we forget that we cannot pour from an empty cup.

We forget that without us having positivity we cannot spread positivity.

Without us being kind to ourselves, we cannot spread kindness around.

Self care to each means a different thing. To some it could mean a spa day, to some a shopping spree, to some a good read, to some just a hangout with friends. Whatever that gives us our zing!

A hard fall – is mostly what it takes to bring us back to earth.

Somehow, COVID had made all those outings impossible and we’ve had to find this zing from other sources- we’ve had to find contentment and joy in basics – like home and family and ourselves.

Tornado

Poetry

A whirlwind spinning

Momentum not reducing

Some days traversing

Untrodden, gravelly paths

Through windy, billowy ways

Blindfolded and in a daze.

Light awaits

Beyond the cloudy grays

The storm shall subside

It’s power shall wane

Keep faith

LIGHT AWAITS

Oh Mother

Poetry

Oh Mother – who is schooling her child in lockdown

I feel you

I FEEL YOU.

Oh Mother,

Juggling tasks

Teaching too

Learning first

Different coping tools

Space constraints

Volume too

Then there’s those GB’s

That’s ever so few

Oh Mother who’s schooling those children during lockdown

Our duties have certainly been re-defined

Our strengths we never knew

Our math forgotten

But now we know to count in twos

And even what’s a hypotenuse

Devices at disposal

Multiple they are

The phone, the tab, the PC

And then we go incognito

The batteries drained

Already.

Oh Mother who’s also a teacher

I can only pray for strength your way

To guide you to meet demands expected

While delivering content that’s overrated

Oh Mother!

The roles you play

The things you learn

Every day – cannot he explained I know!

Be calm,

Stay strong,

We’ll grow through this together

Tomorrow

That’s another day.

June 2020

Goodbye Ramadan

Poetry

We bade goodbye

With aching hearts

A sadness indescribable

For opportunities lost

You made us “stop”

And reschedule days

To make use of times – blessed and praised.

We wonder “if”

We’ll be fortunate enough to reach another – 12 months later

We wonder “if”

What we sent forth is sufficient enough to give us respite – in the hereafter

We bade goodbye

An a heavy cloud looms over

For while you were here

We were in its shade and protected.

May 2020

Turbulence

Poetry

Thought it hurts

Though her heart breaks

Though she consoles herself repeatedly

Thinking of all the reasons to rejoice.

She cannot but feel.

Feel the hurt,

Feel the pain

Feel these aches

These wounds that cannot be seen

These wounds that cannot be healed

By a band-aid or an antidote

She is after all – only human

Though she knew

Though she prepared herself

With pep talks of how to deal

What to say,

What to do

When the time has come

She cannot be but broken

She cannot be but sad

She cannot be but hurt

She cannot help but recall

The words that were spoken

She is after all – only human.

When the time has come

She cannot but fight against lashing out

She cannot- but she tries

She is after all – only human.

I pray to God

For the strength

The strength to take you through yet another turbulent storm

The strength to keep you firm – for this storm too will calm.

May 2020

Fajr Ramblings

Poetry

Suhoor I’ve just done

Waiting for the Azan

Supplications I utter

For my Lord is waiting

To hear me pray for my litter

Ramadan is flying fast

A third has already gone past

Ya Wahhab

Bestow upon me

From thy provisions oh Majesty

Ya Wahhab

Bestow upon me

Contentment at thy decree.

11 Ramadan 1441