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?

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

He knows you

He knows them best
Who created these cells
He gives life
A whole being produces
Showers on it gifts
Gives it form
Embellishes the senses
Shows the ways.

How life would be
if all was had
Luxuries and
human desires unlimited
And nothing for soul’s keep?
He knows them best
Who created these cells.

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Allah! Allah! Allah!

How many of His creation wander blind
Penning everything under the sun
But His Name
Whilst a simple plant
In four simple branches traces
Celebrates
His Glory.
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