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 😔
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
Suddenly and out of the blue
With little or no warning at all
Pours the rain
In torrents
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
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 😊
Atrocities committed
We denounce and deny.
Disrupting lives
We hurt from the ache and the pain this has caused
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…
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.
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.
The well runs dry
And I wonder why
The skies withhold
The merciful downpour
The flow from rivers
Is reduced to a trickle
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?
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
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
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. 🙂
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
I attest that none has the right to be worshiped except Allah and that Muhammad is His servant and messenger.
SubhanaAllah.
“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 everywhere
We waste you, without care
Water, water everywhere
Abundant, yet so rare.
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.
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.
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 – 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
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
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
The virtual world is one BIG happening place. Everything that’s anything is happening online these days.
Yet another prompt that got me thinking… what would I tell sixteen year old me?
Seriously this got me thinking … more than a decade later what could I have possibly known back then…
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
This is a prompt from the Muslims Writers group which I wanted to use to pen a few words.
