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Snake
Snake
Struggle
Sabr
Sabr is a stone
silent
alone
Stone does not weep
fearless
asleep.
patient
on the river.
Tiger
Mother
Why does the world not know you
Is it a disguise
See they not the wings you have
The peace within your eyes
Feel they not the love you spread
In smiling sincerity
The unassuming selflessness
The plain humility
Sense they not the certitude
Inscribed upon your soul
To be the least yet care the most
you’ve made in life your goal
Too may people search to know
Through hows and why’s and who
In books obscure they fail
In Medina
I breathed the sacred air of Medina
the same air that annointed his noble chest.
I tread the hallowed ground
in which his humble sandals sank
recounting his steady steps
through the city’s dusty alleys.
I lingered in the same blazing sun
that caressed his blessed brow
and gently tinted his olive skin.
I lay under the same starlit heaven
that sheltered him in slumber
and that witnessed his nocturnal devotion.
I was consoled by the coolness
of the very breeze
that shaded him in prayer
and found solace in the same midnight silence
that harboured his deepest thoughts
and invocations
I found hope by the light of his presence -
at peace with the world -
in Medina - the city al-Munawara.
Journey
If at this point
my soul’s recalling
or with this verse
my leaf is falling
How ready shall I be?