This is a poem I wrote 10 years ago. Its a poem about the search for purpose and the paralyzing pain of not knowing it. Niche My bones want to melt My muscles want to let go My body wants to stop Walking, Struggling Fighting, for air, for life. My mind painted... Read More
I wrote this in the car on my way back home from the burial of a righteous soul. May Allah subhanahu wa ta`ala (swt) have mercy on him and his family. Ameen. —– We buried a man today. And here I am now on my way home in the caravan... Read More
When Prophet Musa (as) stood in front of the Red Sea, a tyrant and his army approached from behind. Some of those in Musa’s midst began to divide. Looking ahead, those people saw only defeat: “And when the two bodies saw each other, the people of Moses said: ‘We are... Read More
