Soul Survivor

So I thought i'd stick up a piece that I wrote a couple of years back, I came across it after a long time- hope you enjoy it! Written straight from the heart.

Soul Survivor

Through the eyes of a lost soul,

I become found through words.

Through the ears of a human heart, 

I listen, and believe.

From the strokes of the pen that brushed my creation,

my calligraphic eyes see beauty in everything that surrounds me.

With the hand that was so perfectly sculpted,

I touch the heart of those who were and are close to me.

And by that same hand, I push away those that no longer contribute to my souls survival,

Where the mathematics of such a knowing equates to zero..

Where the science of our summation weighs up to the mass of only an atom.

Where the geography of our being sends the compass into a frenzy.

Where the history of our occupation will now rest with Eastern civilizations

that become buried with time,

And where the literature of our conversation verses no comparison to Shakespeare..

The infant of happiness is weaned within me,

is taught by my actions, as much as I am taught by its feeling,

develops the ability to talk,

as I acquire the ability to express..

Because true happiness, comes from within. 

The Sahaba Poem

Our existence was watered by their persistence.

They showed us the way..

So miraculously we attain

A light that eradicates our pain;

Progression in faith, comes from suppression within

They taught us.

They fought for us.

They brought us..

A miracle.

So we walk on water after they walked on hot coal

Because of the miracle of their teachings and

How it brought us to the ocean of knowledge..

We drink only what they passed on

In that cup..

As it got passed down

No sip diminished its content

Only

Spread it through fountains

But it’s constituent molecules always H 2 O

As the purity in that knowledge never changed.

Only came in different states to different states

So it steamed across the middle east and Asia

And trickled through lakes and then rivers down Africa

In liquid form to a land that absorbed without even being told to..

And iced its way across Alaskan lands and pounded the West and Europe with a

1400 year old hand that slapped

Sleeping people

As we know water wakes

Sleepers without shaking them.

They walked on hot coal for an eternity of peace.

But we never learn,

Thinking that to be deceased is the biggest ease.

The earth in no need of volcano’s

Because all they spoke were jewels.

We call ourselves wives of the mu’minoon,

Thinking we stand anything next to the hoor,

We call ourselves ‘Slaves of Allah’

Whilst they call themselves ‘SLAVES OF ALLAH’

They treasured beauty

Whilst we enslave young girls

To be the ideal cutey.

They wore the hijab, whilst we say we wear the hijab.

Because in a corrupt society in the media what bleeds - leads..

But they were from a time where they lead and then bled..

A time where the sword spoke louder than words.

But we are stuck in a zone where the sharpest sword is the tongue

Not fighting in alliance with the brethren,

Only lying and spreading deception as the bread-winners are always losing it,

Can’t feed their baby ‘cus they’re having children not from their choosing it,

They were from an era where the pill was unheard of,

But the choice was in their loins,

And Allah knows, they raised Lions.

Ferocious fighters, defending the deen,

But with their wives

Soft, like matured dandelions..

Their babies raised and weaned on the concept of jihad,

Human torches Allah placed for us to be guided on the suraatul mustaqeem.

Their existence so beautiful I can only see them in my dreams.

I feel their truth, so warm like the sun’s light beams,

So when I practice I get from cold to warm,

Then getting warmer, and warmer, and then I get hot..

As I’m getting closer I can feel their light beams until my skin

Becomes receptive of their heat..

Makes me sweat.. as I remember the akhira..

Until their light rays make me see life through a summer haze,

eyes squinting because of the brightness

so all I see is a lifetime consisting of a limited number of days.

Makes me squint so I become oblivious to the world’s latest craze,

Iphones and kindle-fires

Make me remember the kindled fire

So I fall to praise..

The way my predecessors taught me to praise.

Their righteousness at a level no ordinary man can attain,

But still attainable if we were so steadfast, in faith and not fame..

In not chasing sins, stuck to us like ink stains..

But can be separated with spiritual chromatography.

They were there to give his heart solace,

Their sole purpose to worship..

Like us..

But their ranks ever high

Their faith like rocks

Beating

Against satan’s work,

Invasions fought against in

Wars against the jahiliyya days

As bears tried to claw their way in to demolish a honey-like faith,

Bee stings is all they got..

As the sahaaba stood like rocks.

Making history..

Fighting these grizzly bears

With goldilocks

As gold visions from a God so forgiving

Was enough to make their hearts straight again..

Not bent by the world’s hammer

Instead it beat their ego down

So with humility they sought piety with their body on the ground

Constantly remembering their mother earth whose womb

They would return to when buried under the ground

To the clay they were moulded from

Never forgetting the hand that moulded them..

They planted the roots,

So you, me and kunte kinte could eat from the fruits

Of their toils and efforts

As they stood like giants in

Scorching desserts.

Fighting for a deen so deep,

Pennies would fall but never drop,

If you heard the call to prayer echoing .. it would never stop..

They fought for us,

They opened doors for us

But we’re so foolish we’re trying to get out through windows,

Not realizing that will never bear our sins for us,

That curtains and shutters bar our souls in us..

We can only aspire to be as great as them.

So for the time being

Let’s raise our kites to a level as high as them.

Then maybe Allah will honour us as knights among them.

So now I pray

For the honour of greeting them.

Peace Be Upon them.