Love is Strange

‘Love’ is indeed strange!

Even if one pours his heart out to you in love

You can never feel it until you love him back

You first taste love from parents and

think this is the best it can get..

Then you taste it from friends and say

This is even better

Then you meet tour life partner and claim

Now I’ve reached the peak of Love

Some goes further and find a spiritual teacher

They taste love in it’s immortal form

He elevates them to a lofty affair

With Love of the Beloved Prophet and His Creator

Then they realise, love is all there is..

And this endless journey has just begun.💚

Uppa- is what we call our Beloved father

Uppa, you were a hero when alive

An even better one after you are gone..

Three decades have separated us

Yet each passing year has strangely brought us closer

We couldn’t have enough of you in this world

We hope to be under your blessed wings in the next

We would’ve chosen wealth over wisdom

We would’ve chosen this world over next

If not for your advise

We wouldn’t have known what service really means

We wouldn’t have known what family really is

If not for your guidance

Six of us can not carry your legacy

You must have drunken from that blessed ecstasy

Why can’t we do it if they are doing it,we asked you

You are not going in their graves was your answer!

We can’t thank you enough for your guidance

And We can never thank Allah enough for your blessing

Giants have shared their prayers for you this year

We just hope it gets even better next year

We hope to be in your prayers forever

We really hope to make you a proud proud father.

Daoud; A friend from another world

Your were like a breeze, A fragrant breeze ,

swaying every branch that touched you.

So gentle, that no one noticed until we lost you.

We didn’t have the courage to look at your still face,

but they say your presence was even stronger after your death

And you had an even bigger smile on your face .

When our lips embraced your frozen forehead,

Eyes became a fresh spring , like flood

My son’s not from earth but from heavens your mother said

Even the skies bore testimony to her words

Clouds were competing with the crowd to bid you farewell

Birds were hovering above you as your father observed

Remember When your friends pushed you to wash Habib hands

When they teased you about the upcoming wife

Little did they know it will be in the coming life

I can’t just forget that last gaze

Little did i know that will be our last handshake

Regret not that you missed the dawah trip

You did more dawah with your death than many with their lives

You wanted to feed, in the majlis you loved

And in your blessed name shall it be served

You remember the mosque where Al Habib waved at us

There, above heads, your body was moving like a wave

Strange is the story he told you about Jabl Furait

In just a week you have from it your tombstone

You lived as a slave to One So Kind

He made you leave, no less than a king

Rest in peace my dear Daud

Your parents are proud of you

Your friends boast of you

Your teachers are honoured by you

You died on a Friday

Buried on a Monday

As student of knowledge

In service of your teacher

Al Habib led your funeral

And Your abode is Zambal

What more can one ask for

We stop with what your teacher said

There are many who chose Tarim

But only a few are chosen by Tarim

We are proud you are of them

We hope this love remains forever

Children Around The Prophet

The blowing trumpets, the glowing armors

The flowing enemies, and the frightened subjects

Tell us , tell us oh boy, how many are they

Hundreds, hundreds is all I could say

Scare him, beat him, how many are they

Hundreds, hundreds is all I could say

Soothe him, save him, said the Prophet

How many are they, count of the beasts

Now i know, and it’s simply nine

Love and fear are but tools

Chose the former, they are a hundred per camel.

Served him for ten, saw him ten folds

Never a rebuke, strike or a poke

How could i not see him while asleep or awake

This testimony, with tears I spake

Father, brother, none but a King I served.

Cried oh my bird, I’ve lost my beloved

The footsteps of the Prophet , made up my mood

How could this little I , more even the bird

Feel the bliss, the whole kingdom deserved

I am compelled with the love you’ve bestowed

How could i ever forget the comfort you’ve shared.

My father, my uncle what a pleasure to the eyes

Where, where have you been all these years

I’m here as a slave to One so Kind

Lets go for the bargain, how shall we fund

He is yours for free, except by his choice

That’s done a deal lets move oh Zaid

Love you both , but my Prophet is more beloved

Slavery not freedom is the choice i make

I am the one , the only to be mentioned in The Book.

We together, are blessed with your grace

Enjoyed the moments we played the race

What a ride said the viewer, no the rider said the Prophet.

We welcomed the Prophet with collision not coalition

Laughed aloud while he was covered in blood

Amazed when he commanded to leave us unharmed

The King could’ve crushed us with the power he owned.

Wondrous case is the conquest of the land

A day of mercy was the slogan that was heard

Pardon in power is a thing we learned,

A dog and puppies were were never for so cared

Wish this little I was in His kingdom so blessed

Hope the beam from this pen guides through the dark night

Till i reach the dawn of your sunlight..

Who Am I

I will tell you a short story today.

Once upon a time, there lived a cell inside a human body.

The cell was very proud of its being and its individual self. It was a social being and lived in a community with other cells.

With it’s many friends and relatives it was living an eventful life, and then one day it fell ill and died… every cell has a limited lifespan as you know

It’s dead remains was flushed out and buried on the earth and that was the first time the cell had come out of the human body and looked at it from outside

It couldn’t help but marvel at the giant structure it once belonged to. It could not help but wonder, how stupid it was to have missed this knowledge of who It really was

The cell just thought to itself

If i really had another life , i will spend it in it’s entirety to find the answer to this one question and teach it to my fellow cell beings