Wind

A cool wind that takes the fatigue away

A cool breeze to ease the worries away

A smile to show that here I contently lay

As the wind continues to blow my way

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Downpours

Suddenly and out of the blue

With little or no warning at all

Pours the rain

In torrents

Break Free

From customs to beliefs

Traditions and culture…

the need to break free beckons me…

I hear you…

Social media and keyboard warriors

Where the power of words

Have caused such mayhem

Where everyone seems to be judging another

And then going on to say never judge a book by its cover

The Need of the Hour

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 😊

#notinmyname

Atrocities committed

We denounce and deny.

Disrupting lives

We hurt from the ache and the pain this has caused

Ocean Giants

After Embarking on a whale watching escapade – Alhamdulillah I made an addition to my Eeman Booster – III series. That was a rambling of sorts.

This post is an attempt to capture my thoughts through poetry…

Eeman Booster – III

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.

Write what you want to read about

All writers (or at least wannabe writers as is my case) will understand, finding their yen, finding a prompt to get the juices flowing, the mind ticking and harnessing this whirlwind of thoughts, opinions and emotions is nerve wracking.

Mercy

The well runs dry

And I wonder why

The skies withhold

The merciful downpour

The flow from rivers

Is reduced to a trickle

What am I to do?

You came to me for comfort

You came to me for solace

You came to me for words of advice

I can’t help but panic – for

What am I to do?

Eeman Boosters – II

They believed when no one did

They turned a blind eye against ridicule and scorn

They forsaked their wealth and their lives

They forewent abuse and torture

All for their belief

Time

It seems the Day is nearing

I shall run out of time I keep fearing

For in my race to succeeding

I fall short in commandments ordering

#TBT to Motherhood

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

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!

“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.

Water

Water, water everywhere

We waste you, without care

Water, water everywhere

Abundant, yet so rare. 

Speak

  Stepping out of comfort zone and talking to a group of strangers is no easy feat. Voicing our deepest thoughts and feelings takes courage. This piece titled “speak” was delivered at an evening titled “Express Creativity through Positivity” a forum by iiwords for sisters to share their ramblings.

Keep going

Write about what you love

Perhaps even about what you don’t

Write about what’s on your mind

Write about what’s keeping you back

Write …

Never stop.

Writings…

You write.

That first milestone where you decide to publish- makes you a writer perhaps self proclaimed.

Oh Instagram!

Oh Instagram!

You bring the world to my finger tips

In pictures and gifs

Knowledge overwhelms…

A recent tweet by a fellow geography educator struck a chord. It is what lead to the compiling of this post.

The tweet by the educator resonated my feelings and emotions. So you must be wondering ….

Heatwave…

Climate change is the buzz word now. Extreme weathers… and now extreme summers. The temperatures recorded have been unprecedented.

Weekend

The creak of the bed

As I burrow in to get comfortable

The crinkle in my neck

From being in one place is regrettable …

Fortunate or unfortunate…?

The chirp of birds

Signaling dawn

I sneak a peek

But it’s still dark.

Why o bird can’t you sleep

For a little while longer

And wake me up a little while later

I try to sleep

But in guilt I wallow

My conscience cajoling

To wake and reap

The blessings abundant

But in my mind

I fear the chores

Lined up if I begin my day

A little while longer

A quick snooze

I keep beguiling

Until the times passed

How fortunate I am

To wake to the sound of chirping birds

How unfortunate I am

In being unable to reap the benefit of this blessed time.

I keep thinking

I must change

I keep saying

I must rise

And then I read how the sins of mine

Prevent me from benefiting that time.

Oh my Rabb protect me from the whispering of the Shayateen.

Family

Kindred by blood and kindred by marriage

Ties of the womb and of blood

Our family like everything else has been chosen by the Almighty

How will I know…?

How will I know you are one of us

If you don’t greet me with the “salam” divine?

How will I know my sister in Islam

When your attire does not define?

When your manners do not set you apart?

When in your etiquettes I see nothing refined?

How will I know my brother in faith

When your past times all contrary

When to miss a salah you show no worry

How will I know you are from my tribe

If in your speech I see no “in sha Allah”

How will I know you are my sister in faith

When after your sneeze I hear no “Alhamdulillah”

How will I know the beliefs behind

when calamity falls I hear no “inna lillah“!

How will I know?

Why should you know you may ask?

My faiths between my Allah and me!

So you are misled by the devil

For if you believe

Why hide it?

Are you ashamed to be called outdated

Are you afraid to lose popularity gained

So show that faith and exalt thy God!

July 2019