Being Me

Across the heavenly plains, across the time restraints
A divine decree was ordained.

'Be', was the command, and so it was -
Came into existence, a sophisticated creation.
'Womankind', is the name of this distinction

With such might and grace, was granted magnificence
With such dignity and honor, was raised to eminence.

Such names written on the pages of history
Such legacies passed on from the ancestry

Such stories of success, of virtue, of excellence
That one relates with such reverence:

Of little Maryam teaching Zachariah, a prophet
To have firm faith, from which in turn he did profit

Of Asiya, the wife of an atrocious tyrant
Who chose to submit to Him, so Jannah was her grant

Of Khadija, to the Prophet she was the most precious
As during dire times, she was his only fortitude and solace

Of Fatima, the Prophet's beloved daughter
Whose selflessness and piety, none can conquer

Such glory and favor, upon us God has bestowed
Likened the righteous ones, to precious pearls owned

But where are the pearls, in the world of today?
That beacon of light that was lit on that day?
Why are the candles bereft of their flame?
Why do we abandon uniqueness and wish to be the same?
Where is that gratitude, that pride in our Creator,
For that empowerment, that greatness, that tremendous favor?

Why have we chosen to fail, as don’t we know that true success lies only
In being true to ourselves, in being us, in being you, in
Being Me…?

Have you Found the Light?

People come and people leave.
They drift and they cleave.

A man stood amidst the crowd
Pondering over what we had vowed

Long, long ago, a promise we'd made
To submit to Him alone, we'd obeyed.

And so we were sent down
To different lands, different cities, and different towns

With only one purpose, to meet one goal
And so we all chose our path to fulfill this role

But on our course, came an unknown force
It steered us and took us astray

And after a deep, deep sleep, we wonder,
Was this the way?
Was this the purpose of our stay?
Or have we drifted far, far away?

We bow down to Him numerous times a day
None but in Him we place our trust, we say

But when our faith is put to test
Oh, how terribly we detest!

All words uttered are forgotten
All hope is forsaken

Minds question and doubts arise
Oh, but only if we were to realize!

The path we had chosen
Would be the cause of our affliction

And yet everyday we walk towards it in haste -
Towards our failure - oh, how our deeds we waste!

And then comes the inevitable fall!
And that's when to Him we crawl

We bleed. We cry. We try but we tumble
On our way to Him, we often stumble.

Therein lies our frailty and weakness
But therein, too, lies His Mercy and Greatness

As when the path gets too dark and uncertain
It's only His Light that shows us the way and lifts the curtain
The curtain of hope, of faith, of love, of triumph, of peace, of life...