I want to go home.
Away from the bustle.
Away from the world;
the promotions and offers. Continue reading
I want to go home.
Away from the bustle.
Away from the world;
the promotions and offers. Continue reading
Here’s another piece from the book I’m hoping to publish. (See previous pieces and updates at this link.)
Dedicated to those waiting for ‘the one’:
They tell you to be patient.
They say your time will come:
what is meant to be will be;
And all that lies between now and then
is a trial of Faith,
a lesson in patience,
a Revelation of your ultimate reliance on the One.
You seek that which, you feel, will complete your heart;
complement your mind;
bring lasting comfort to your soul.
You wish for the bond of love and tranquility,
placed between your hearts;
you yearn for the one who will be a garment to you,
and you fulfilling the same blessed purpose for them.
You dream of a future,
a life no longer alone.
A companion to share with you all the ectasy and agony you will face within your journey.
Someone who will walk with you,
side by side,
hand in hand,
down the beautiful path that leads back the One to Whom we belong,
the One to Whom is our return.
And though you will face that Day alone,
your bond – and all it manifested itself as – gives you hope
that, together, you were each other’s helping hand.
You enjoined what was good,
and forbade what was evil;
You had a common goal – a beautiful goal;
and the support of each other was your safety net:
you had a home in their arms,
and when they held you,
nothing could harm you –
For you were right where you were destined to be,
wrapped in the love of the one who you held so dear,
and the two of you,
wrapped in the Love of the One Who brought your souls into existence,
then shaped you over time – through pain and joy, preparing you for the pure, everlasting union that was always in existence – though you did not know it until it came to your senses:
manifested itself in front of your eyes.
He alone, you worshipped;
He alone, you asked for help.
And though, at times, you grew frustrated,
wondering when the help would come;
when it would be your turn –
in truth, the Help was always there.
It was just for you to accept –
with your heart and your mind,
beyond the superficial rhetoric –
that everything has its appointed time.
So on that Day,
as you stand before Him,
you do so in the knowledge that your lives,
though beginning separated;
were brought together at the appointed time.
And all that came before was not a waste –
on the contrary,
it was a treasure chest:
a collection of thoughts, feelings, experiences;
all part of your preparation.
Yet you did not see it that way,
in your haste to attain that which you so cherished.
But the past has passed,
and all is put into perspective now.
And though we cannot conceive what awaits us in the Hereafter
– for Paradise begins where the imagination ends –
we know who we wish to share it with.
So, look past the immediacy of these moments without them;
and remember what awaits you in your future.
Take lessons from the past.
Be thankful for the present.
Be hopeful for the future.
Seek help in patience and prayer;
ask of Him Who is of infinite bounty.
Tell Him all that you fear,
all that you dream of,
all that you want;
Open up to Him and pour out every ounce of the hurt you feel.
Let it all go.
For when you have done so,
when your troubles have been released,
you will be brought back to the truth and comfort of your ultimate reliance on the One:
your Eternal Companion; closer than you can imagine.
Keep the faith, always.
This came at the peak of my quest for marriage – comprehensively capturing what was, at the time, my most significant personal journey. These were years of loneliness, struggle, and relentless pursuit of my most treasured dream of the time. A dream which wasn’t about the physical fulfillment of desires. It was deeper. It was psychological, emotional…spiritual.
I wrote this not only for myself, but on behalf of the many others that I knew – and those I didn’t know – who were on the same quest; struggling through the same journey towards a goal that was so cherished, yet always agonisingly out of reach.
Part of the piece takes a future view: imagining us having found our soulmates, and then having fulfilled our dreams in this world, then arriving on Judgement Day and looking back at the struggle –seeing the bigger picture of our life’s journeys. How the difficulty of the single days was merely a purposeful period that was building us up to a brighter, more fulfilling future.
It ends with connection to the Almighty via prayer – supplication – because despite all our own efforts, and despite all the help others might give us (or withhold from us), nothing… NOTHING… happens unless by His Will. And the comfort lies in knowing that He has always been with you, is always there for you, and is the only One you can truly and completely open up to – on every level of your existence, with every fibre of your being. And when you release everything – just let it all go – you take comfort in knowing that you are completely and utterly reliant on Him.
This piece remains my absolute favourite of all time, and it’s one that I hope continues to give solace and hope to those who are struggling to find their soulmate.
I’m happy to report that I’ve finally finished my comprehensive edits and rewrites on the text of my upcoming anthology. I’ve also designed a new sample cover, selected the fonts, and put everything into a clean document.
I’ve just got some final tweaks to do on the manuscript, and it’ll be ready for the beta readers… Continue reading
So, here we are:
Dwellers of the concrete jungle,
Prisoners of our own, man-made environment;
the physical outside distorting the vision inside:
work in boxes,
live in boxes,
think in boxes.
Force-fed your vision of the world we inhabit,
Conditioned to accept the barrage of information which bombards us at hyper-speed. Continue reading
When this blog hit the 10-year mark, I planned on compiling a “best of” – which would be an e-book collecting what I considered my most meaningful creative pieces over that period. It was quite a feat to go through so much content, but I eventually settled on a body of material that I believed would work. The idea was that there would be three distinct areas: poetry (the biggest portion), reflections and prose, and photography. Continue reading
I’d see when staring into the night sky.
I’d wish to watch
with my then-unknown beloved. Continue reading
I first saw you when I was just 15;
a visit on a school holiday,
tagging along with those much older (in my mind, at least) –
the students of a new era in their lives,
in their first year of the post-high school adventure. Continue reading
The dawning of a new day.
Suburbs lay quiet,
resting under the blanket of morning clouds,
only the tree tops and buildings remain visible.
Morning flights, begin slowly.
Birds alone, birds in flocks.
People in flocks, gathered in the single, man-made vehicle of flight. Continue reading
Continuing from part 1, here’s another section of the book I’m hoping to publish.
Keep the world away.
Don’t turn on the radio.
Keep yourself away from the ideologically-tainted programming that entrenches itself in your home via the TV.
Reject their news media.
Their unhealthy fascination.
Be free of their poison.
They feed it to you: slowly, constantly, unrelentingly;
Headlines; top stories this hour;
chart shows; advertising –
“the right to choose” –
the right to choose what they make available to you:
“This week’s ‘must-have’ DVD”;
Dress like the stars;
Live the high life…
“winners know when to stop”
“enjoy it responsibly!”
Keep your (de)vices of shame and addiction.
I don’t need your modern-day idolatry:
your disease of celebrity obsession;
your hedonistic pursuits of all that delight the senses –
yet suffocate the soul.
I reject your ideas. Your way of life. Your deen*.
Mine may be flawed and faulty – but I’m on the right path.
I don’t drink from your poisoned cup;
I don’t breathe your polluted air.
I exist, I live – hard though it is –
in my own vacuum, with my own boundaries and my own border control.
Stew in the world if you want.
I choose something else.
I choose my own world.
* Deen is an Arabic word meaning “way of life”. Islam is often referred to as such – being far more comprehensive than just a ‘religion’, but an actual way of life encompassing all aspects of our existence.
I was in an airport parking lot one morning, waiting to pick someone up. I’d arrived early, turned on the radio, and after hearing just a few seconds of a news bulletin, switched it off instinctively – as if being burned by a hot stove. The feeling at that instant was really an eruption of sentiments that had been building up for a long time before that. Hearing that news bulletin – however brief – was a catalyst for this emotional release, and I poured them into this piece.
At the time of writing, I was in a somewhat contradictory space in terms of media. I habitually indulged in some forms of entertainment – mostly a few TV series I was hooked on – yet I was also fully aware of the poisoning effect that modern entertainment had. The moral degeneration of society, I believe, has been fueled largely by the growth and dominance of media in our world today. And in many cases, those in charge of the industry push very harmful and spiritually-destructive ideologies through their programming – whether blatantly or in more insidious ways. So while I knew such pastimes weren’t good for me, I justified it by thinking that just a few of these would be fine. It’s not like I was a major TV / entertainment addict – like the many, many people around me at the time (and still, to this day).
One of the targets of this piece is the modern disease of consumerism, and the information overload we get via the constant flow of ‘news’ that never ever ends. At the time, I was anti-news, and really wanted nothing more than to be cocooned away from this world – in a bubble of my own: pure, happy, and free of the manipulation that comes with today’s news media. And for the most part, I actually was kind of living that life. I was living alone, without much exposure to the outside world or people – aside from day to day work and occasional family stuff.
This piece really just expressed my rejection of modern media, and the yearning to be free of it.
While the world goes on below,
I am free, I am calm.
A place, so far from them all – yet
close enough to reach quickly. Continue reading