Friday, November 2, 2012

Taqwa

The dream took its course down the green and lush brush.

It crept like a vine.

Night fell in a hush (shhh!)...

Rushed!
Gathered up what we could find on the way,
we didn't mind the consequential,
and didn't see the signs.

Then the laughter hurt harder
and lasted longer...
And no matter our fill - we were strangled by constant hunger.

We became just rattling shells in a tangled, chemical space,
draining the pure,
and salvaging waste.

Oh God - put taqwa back in its place.






taqwa* Arabic for 'piety'.





Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) said, "My parable and that of yours is like a man who kindled a fire. When it has illuminated all around him, the moths and grasshoppers began to fall therein. He tried to push them away, but they overcame him and jumped into it. I am catching hold of your waists ties (to save you) from fire, but you slip away from my hands".

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