I REMEMBER

I remember vividly,

Those days
Of beautiful hurt
And painful pleasure,
Those moments
Of lustful hatred
And careless love.

I remember quitely,

when I was but a soul
In need
In want
And in love.
I remember life as it was
And love as it never was.

I remember sweetly,

The words
That soothes
And the deeds
That hurts.
I remember the neglect
The pride
The looks
And the yearns.

I remember knowingly,

The tears,
Of joy and sadness
And the smiles,
Of hurt and happiness.
I remember the fun,
The sweet cries
And sour  laughter.

I remember gently,
The comings,
And the goings.
The staying,
And the leaving.

I remember fondly,
Letting go.
And I remember finding myself.

I remember then
Now, and I will forever.

©NobleHeart (Mar'yam Thawbaan)

PALMS

There's always something
That strongly appeals to me
In a palm tree
The fronds,
The leaves,
The stem,
Or simply the way it sways

SWEET NONSENSE

I feel the beats
Beneath the bones
Wildly and fast
Of fear and pride
Arrogance and deceit
Pretense and lies
As he prepares
His sweet nonsense

I hear the call
Lips moving
Eyes smiling
Teeth gnashing
Nose twitching
Hands clasping

A DIAMOND THAT GROWS

This diamond that grows so

Fast and bright with eyes aglow
Of man indeed a great treasure
To be looked upon with true pleasure

Alas! this Diamond grows unlike any
Nay, I can exchange it not for a million penny

With a smile so radiant it leaves the sun jealous,
The moon envious and stars but hideous

With a selfish desire my weak soul

BEWARE! LEST YOU BECOME YOUR ENEMY.

Enemies are ever present in our lives, they drive some to success and the unfortunate ones to failure. They're always there, lurking in your shadows, eagle-eyeing you and forever interested in your every deed. What they never do is introduce themselves.

They appear as everything but enemies; friends, family, colleagues, neighbours, bosses, even parents. They sit with you, eat, party, smile, sleep and also make important decisions with you.

Some even rejoice with you, appear happy for you, congratulate you, present you with gifts and charge you to do more. But what they never do is introduce themselves as an enemy. The one who does that has become an adversary, a foe, someone to contend against.

Alice Hubbard wrote "the imagination is a power which is developed with intellect and fine feeling. The imagination can create a world and people it, in this way ideals are perpetually made..."

I've come to realize that what we do is create our world, and in that world we envisage people coming at us, not wishing us well, longing for our downfall. We create our enemies, seeing them in our friends, neighbors, colleagues etc. , we even believe some are after our lives, even though in reality everyone is after his own.

I hear people talk about their enemies, I watch humans running from nothingness, I see friends turning against friends, I read posts online, of some who believe their lives are in danger from some, and I marvel at the way some pray against their enemies. They fail to realize that to each is his quota.

The supposed enemy is like you, battling with his own share of life's very own adversity, having little or no time to actually relish in any good fortune that comes his way because he has also built a world around himself, a world where only enemies exist and are after him.

We end up wasting precious little time brooding over this "Enemy" whom we have so punctiliously created, we become unfocused and some loose their marbles, becoming insane with enemy thoughts all the time.

I'm not saying enemies don't exist, of course they do. But they largely reside in our precarious minds, handicapping us from reaching beyond our imaginations and dreams for our success. And turning us into our very own enemies.

Therefore beware, of you becoming your enemy, face reality, have faith and know that everyone is ultimately to his own.

THE BEAUTIFUL PAIN

The beautiful pain of Labour my careless mind it strokes
Awesome sight of blood and water a momentary companion
Sweet pangs of ache slowly caressing my back
Gentle flutters In my belly a great source of comfort

Swiftly but surely I drift to a world where all is new
Like the Life to be brought forth into this world as a dew
Therein I find succor to savor every passing hurt
Even the thought of tears bring nothing but relief

GRATITUDE

My words  can't be enough
My actions definitely insufficient
My deeds not up to required
To adequately communicate my gratitude

To my Lord the highly Beneficent and Merciful
For His guidance through the roughened path
His mercies when the present appears bleak
His blessings above all that mattered

To my husband, my best half and whole
A selfless slave of the Almighty
Sacrificing his pleasures for my interests
A true man, genuine husband and real father
Your support I never lacked and you will never lack Allah's

To my daughter the Noble the Repairer
Offspring of Light Love and Life
A diamond that grows cries and smiles
A source of natural inspiration and truest pride

To my parents who brought me forth to life
Never fed me with golden spoon nor silver cup
Neither with a golden fish nor creamy milk
But with the bread of knowledge and water of Islam

To those seen as friends and those who are friends
Those who act as friends and those who feel like friends
Sources of fun,  laughter and joyful perks
Some of concern or distress but none as threat
Memories of a lifetime you'll leave me with.

NobleHeart