Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Calamity


Days numbered,
cases mourn
The impatient
at the inception worn.
If all our dilemmas
were sweet darlings
Many a claw would dig in the dirt
like sand ducklings;
It follows that our causes
would then nest kneeling.
But Day follows, too,
in the horizon’s darkening.
And calamities are puffed up
by the sun’s kneading.
The merciful Lord has His ways,
All-knowing:
Lean years
Bitter pills
...ingredients unflattering...
Aren't these for streamlining?
Passages narrowed
for our fattened calves for realigning?
The merciful Lord has His ways,
All-knowing.
Rather needless,
the impatient us are always saying
In the eyes of the ease-loving
horribly taxing.
Yet, who knows best as
to how to polish up the waning
Or can best tie that knot
in the oblivion missing?

Copyright (c)Safi Abdi, 2006, All Rights Reserved.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

The Return

This thing He made
The breath He measured
He awaits the return of
This being He created bare and alone.

@Safi Abdi

Monday, August 13, 2007

Mother


Love shone her rays
The deserved enhances
In her warmth embraced.

I searched her eyes
To partake of her light
I am all she’d born
But so many she serves
Their wishes she indulges.

I searched her soul
To partake of her light;
Keep not for self, I learned

Be a vehicle for God;
What He gives, I learned
Love commands...
To the next, to the next.
The self serve least.

C)Safi abdi

Friday, June 22, 2007

Why shouldn't I cling to You?


Why shouldn't I cling
To you?

I was nothing
And
You made me.

A being
Of little substance
I am in earthly eyes...
By all accounts
A nothingness...
Miraculous then how
I am mentioned
In heaven!

I was alone,
Wandering in the dark
And in a raiment
Of sparkling light
You bathed me.

The human in me
Desired an exemplar
And Muhammed,
the ideal being
Into my life came.

I falter
By the second...
Need constant telling
So you speak to me.

I stumble again
Then there You are
To the rescue!

To my clumsy babble
I hear You listen...as if they
Were bejeweled with wisdom...
How you relish the
Screechy whimpering
Mixed with the salt
Of my myriad flaws!

And when sadness disrupts...
Amazing how gratitude
Fills the void;
Why shouldn't I cling
To you?

@ Safi Abdi, all rights reserved.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Between me and my Lord


Between death and I a breath
Between pain and I a needle
Pray tell,
Where am I between me and my Lord?

@ Safi Abdi, all rights reserved.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Save your tears, dear


Save your tears, dear
Worlds a place of fear
You were not born in heaven
Travel back in time, regain your sight
Its crucial that you keep sanity intact.
Lament not your case, or mine
Lest the ignorant we cheer
In this parched land of ours
You’re a lone breeze my dear
What rain-drop, in her right mind,
Would mingle with a roaring ocean?

Save your tears, dear
In these dark days of ours
Keep your lids arid, waterless
like the cliffs of this house divided.
But then there is a weapon in Patience
Never has Hope ever lost a soul
And none has monopoly over Air.

@ Safi Abdi, all rights reserved.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

The love for Somalia


The love for Somalia
like a downpour of
sweet fresh water
off the ground
the ills of this nation sweeps.
The newly born bonding
with the plaintiff
resuscitates the forgotten
Saint.
Dare to love
and you shall be
in the rush
to come home.
Cool Southerly breeze
and a North cheerful
are a unit in the Attar.
A body a plane boards;
Somalia is my sanctuary.
@ Safi Abdi

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

By the Wailing Wall



By the wailing wall
Palestine is butchered
by the wailing wall
Even though it’s only a wall
It’s the wailing wall
And by the wailing wall
It’s laughter time.

Beneath this wailing wall,
A child of the soil
By the scent of heaven I hang;
But how many were the prophets that wailed
Because of this wall?

By the wailing wall it was laughter time then
And by the wailing wall it is laughter time now.

By the scent of heaven
Hang the prophets of God
And now a whole population
Are hanged by the wailing wall.

By the tears of this torn land
This wall is a see-through
My heaven is way beyond this debris
The wailing wall is just a wall.

A chandelier a night for now;
Patience, wait
Be my obedient servant.

Authenticity defies the divide:
This is my land
Before Hitler I was here
After Hitler I am still here
And after all the children of Hitler’s
Wailing wall have gone
Here shall I be.

From this land sprang I
And from this land,
After the bombardment
If nothing else were to remain;
A nail and at least some bone
By the will of Allah
Shall resurrect.

This land is in my bone marrow
I am a child astride by the torn land.
So I will still be here
Even after the Bushes, and all the big
Boys have departed, I will still be here.

Like the prophets I now wail
And like them one day shall I cease to wail.

Authenticity defies the divide
Winner is the one that laughs last
I hang by the scent of heaven
Beneath and beyond the wailing wall
I am with those that wait.

Approaching laughter is a salve
And so much better than impending doom
Patience carries the slave
Yonder, beyond the thunder
Over the wailing metal birds
I wait with those that wait.

For now a chandelier a night, Patience
Wait for me;
It’s wailing time
Palestine is waiting by the see-through wall.

(c)Safi Abdi, 2007, all rights reserved.

The Palestinian Boy


The Palestinian boy
Happy his lot could've been
Chasing ball
Carefree under the open skies
Dreaming in colors
And of the scent of roses.

But there are no bouquets for this boy
Just coffins and the stench of blood.
At every twist and turn a blockade slaps him in the face...
his ball might just land in a new settler's porch...

In his homeland a detainee
the Palestinian boy is ten-fold older than his tender age.
Yeah, his face is smooth but his heart is folded in grief.
He was there when his home caved in
And his baby sister paved the ruins
And is haunted forever by his Dad's mangled body.
His Mom's shrieks all he hears of music
A cry for help the only song he knows.

He is the product of a world sans conscience;
A sad soul stretched to the limit.
Is it a sin to want to smell my rose? he asks
A crime to call what's mine, mine?
Does torturing me increase the world's joy?
Will the earth cleave asunder
if I till my portion of the soil?

@ Safi Abdi, all rights reserved.

Sincerity


What's Sincerity? How can we tell when we are sincere? Is there anyway we can measure the level of Sincerity in our hearts?

My computer’s English Thesaurus lists the meanings of Sincerity as: honesty, truthfulness, trustworthiness, genuineness, frankness, openness, candor and innocence.

This to me speaks volumes about the universality of this human quality. Sincerity in its basic form being a common human value that’s shared, appreciated and sanctioned by the human spirit, irrespective of one’s race, tribe or creed. Those of you who are familiar with the life of God’s last Messenger, know how the Arabs of Mecca appreciated Mohammed’s integrity and truthfulness long before he became a Messenger of Allah.

Sincerity in thought, word and deed that in a nutshell is what Islam’s all about; God-consciousness in relation to himself, those around him, and his Maker; all three in a way being interrelated.

"No man is true in the truest sense of the word but he who is true in work, in deed, and in thought," said the Prophet of Islam.

"Verily, the reward of deeds depends upon the intention and every person will get the reward according to what he has intended." If the intention is to show off then the good deeds are nullified.

The first three people on whom judgment will be pronounced and thrown into the Fire, Muslims are warned, are: a martyr who dies to show off his courage, a person who gives to show off his generosity, and a scholar who learns and teaches to show off his learning. All seemingly good actions, yet because of lack of good intentions on the part of the doers, such good actions become the cause of their doers' downfall.

To stress the importance of Sincerity at all times, Allah's Messenger said:

"Allah does not look at your bodies and appearances but He scans your hearts and deeds."

While the Muslim is exhorted at every step of the way to give charity, and non-payment of Zakaat (compulsory charity) might even take one out of the fold of Islam), yet the best charity, Muslims are taught, is the one whereby "the giver’s left hand does not know what the right hand gives."

Believers are exhorted to be Sincere at all times, in all their dealings, whether public or private, expecting reward from none but Allah:

"Say: Truly, my prayer my service of sacrifice my life and my death, (all) for Allah, The Lord of the Worlds". ( Quran: Chapter 6:Verse:162)

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Yaa Allah! Shall I ever know why...


Stars in my eyes that were so trim
My Somalia, my dreams, and that grim
realism
I say, Allah! what an amazing trip!
If only I knew the why of that trick!

This is Your heaven
And there my spot
And there’s that rainbow
At every such grip.

Before the light
There’s the shade
Behind the mountain
There’s the plane.

There’s Great Musa
And there the learned Khidr
There’s the slaying of that guiltless child;
Or so it seemed to the eager Musa
Until absolute knowledge became the truce.*

This is Your heaven
And there’s my keenness
My dreams, my Somalia
And that grim realism
Actuality and hopes in collision
Ya Allah! Shall I ever know why the cactus tree
Teases the green grass?

@ Safi Abdi, all rights reserved.


* The Story of Musa (Moses) and Khidr is told in the Quran, for ref. please check: chapter 18, verses 60-82.