Poem: A Prayer for Today

Shaykh Zayed Mosque, Abu Dhabi

Shaykh Zayed Mosque, Abu Dhabi

By Wael Abdelgawad | IslamicSunrays.com

Today I say no prayers for myself.
As for my enemies, I wish them well
in the truest sense – well hearts
and minds, and a well of light.
Today, on this day of spring sunshine
and headlines full of death
– ISIS leaving heads on the roadside
and young Muslim leaders
gunned down in the USA –
it’s for the Ummah that I pray.
I pray for the Muslim people
to rediscover the merciful heart
of their deen; and to find their power,
science, architecture, art,
and the quiet joy of ‘ibadah
and Allah’s love.
Let them step into the century
free from tyranny, standing tall
with Islam as hope and call.
Let them drink from the bubbling spring
of the Quran.
Let them breathe.
Let them free themselves
and transform the world.

Poem: The Sorrows – by Sarah Saghir

Muslim woman praying in Indonesia.

Muslim woman praying beside a rice field in Indonesia.

   the sorrows
that borrow
the four chambers
of the heart
     shrivel
in the hour
 of Remembrance.

   the sins
that sit
on the shoulders
     tumble
to the floor
 where I'm bowing.

   the troubles
that scribble
over my vision,
     disperse
in the horizon
of Your Pleasure.

By Sarah Saghir
July 15, 2013

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The Messenger of Allah said (peace be upon him): “When the worshiper gets up to perform the Salah, he comes with all his sins, placed over his shoulder. When he bows into Ruku’ or Sajdah, his sins fall down.” (Reported by Abu Nu‘aim)

Poem: Hear Those Who Call

Dove flying

 

Hear Those Who Call

O Allah, hear those who call:
the refugees, the small,
and those who cannot speak.
Hear them and help with blessings from above;
and for me…
give me love.

I know I’m weak.
A life that sometimes weighs
to others would be sweet.
Help the victims of war, and prisoners of speech:
feed them, care for their wounds…
and for me… bring a heart that beats.

For my people in Palestine,
in Syria, in Burma, I weep.
Give them freedom and a new day.
And if there’s one stray soul
searching for me, Ya Allah,
then show her the way.

If You think I’m arrogant,
then break me down.
Bring me low to praise You above.
And if You think it’s right,
if I’ve grown as You want me to grow,
if You look inside

and see a soul
sincere as a dove,
new and ready to be born…
then bring me love.

Wael Abdelgawad
September 9, 2012

Poem: You are One

Sunlight in the forest, sunlight on the trees

You Are One

The trees and shadows
are black and brown –
I’m afraid to turn around –
then I hear a sound
like a trumpet call,
ringing like the dawn,
orange and clean.
It’s the call of the One,
a perfect Quran,
revealed upon a man
and lights the world like a sun.
It shines on my skin
and warms my mind.
I stride through the trees
tall like a woodsman –
no fear now.
You call and I come,
O Allah, As-Salam,
You are the One.

Wael Abdelgawad
June 23, 2012

Poem: This is Who I Am

Reaching for the light

By Amy Estrada

This is Who I Am

I can only come as I am to you, Allah
You’re not the only thing in my heart
But can’t I still give it, full of everything as it is, back to you?
You’re not the only thing on my mind
But can’t I still ask you to help me with my random, sinful thoughts?
I’m not perfect, and You even said You wouldn’t want this
You want those who can be forgiven
And I need forgiveness You see, because
I sometimes am fine with having more than just You in my life
I sometimes am fine with thinking things I shouldn’t
I sometimes am fine with skipping a prayer or two
I sometimes am fine with eating a haraam burger
I sometimes am fine with saying a bad word
This is who I am Allah, a girl who is sometimes fine with sin in my life
But I don’t forget You, everywhere I look I see You
And I’m just tired of being told to be someone else, just to come to You
I am who I am Allah, and while I am making my bad choices
I am also hating that people are being hurt
Whether it’s by me or someone else
I am hating that people are mistreating one another
Whether in the name of Islam or any other cause
Allah I am who I am, and I am someone who loves goodness
I love fairness and compassion
My favorite thing is to see people come into a blessing of any kind
And find their heart’s desire, to see them really find You
So this is who I am Allah, I am a contradiction
I am a lover of Your attributes even while I am rejecting them in my own life
By means of my own actions
I am messed up and hurt and scared, all while hopeful and trusting and strong
I cry that things don’t go my way, and I cry at the story of Muhammad (saws)
I argue for the fun of it, yet sometimes Your words take the fight right out of me
You are ultimate and real and deep and pricelessly complex
And I am whimsical, moody, emotional, nafsy and greedy
And all I want is to be able to come to You and be who I really am
While You make me who I was always meant to be.

Poem: All I Have is You

Turnagain Arm, Alaska

All I Have is You

All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
No lover, no fighter, no comforter
All I have is you

All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
No strength, no hope, no wishes
All I have is you

All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
No colors, no peace, no whispers
All I have is you

All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
No pride, no beauty, no certainty
All I have is you

All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
No future, no patience, no ease
All I have is you

All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
And you are everything that I lack
All I have is you

– Amy Estrada, 11-19-2011

Poem: In Generosity, Be Like a River

Rushing river and wild flowers

In generosity and helping others, be like a river
In compassion and grace, be like the sun
In concealing other’s faults, be like the night
In anger and fury, be as if you have died
In modesty and humility, be like the earth
In tolerance, be like the sea
And either appear as you are, or be as you appear

Received from oral tradition of Rumi, paraphrased by Kabir Helminski.

Poem: Lead Into Gold

Beautiful sunrise and hot air balloons

Lead Into Gold

Allah, giver of peace:
Your love has transformed me
like an alchemist’s dream
of lead into gold.
I was old, bent under the weight
of years of confusion,
but now I stand straight, far-seeing,
light on my feet and gleaming,
golden like a lion’s pelt,
a sunrise in my eyes.

– Wael Abdelgawad

Poem: I Choose to Follow Him

Sunshine over a golden lake

The following poem is written by sister María M, a very recent convert to Islam. She lives in Spain.

I Choose to Follow Him

I choose to follow Him,
despite others opinion,
despite others judgment,
despite others whispering,
despite others look,..

I choose to follow Him,
surrendering to His Love,
claiming for His Forgiveness,
asking for His Compasion,
enjoying His Grace,…

I choose to follow Him,
falling to my knees,
puting my eyes down,
living His Word as
the air I breath,
being His Blessings
the blood in my veins,…

I choose to follow Him,
thanking for every step I take,
greeting everyone I meet,
conscious of my ignorance,
trying to be my best,…

I choose to follow Him
knowing that…
It was His choice not mine
that I choose to follow Him.

– María M, January 2 2011

Poem: My Greatest Need is You

Lonely tree and sun rays

Rabi’ah al-Adawiyya, the author of this poem, was a major spiritual influence in the classical Islamic world. She was born around the year 717 C.E. in what is now Iraq.

My Greatest Need is You

Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
My choicest hours
Are the hours I spend with You —
O Allah, I can’t live in this world
Without remembering You–
How can I endure the next world
Without seeing Your face?
I am a stranger in Your country
And lonely among Your worshippers:
This is the substance of my complaint.

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