O Mother and Father
O you who changes every single teardrop
From sadness to happiness
May God continue to nourish your soul and our connection to you
When it rains, i imagine you
Your arms up in the sky
With your beautiful smile
Giving Salaams to each raindrop
And asking all of us
To join you
In the blessed celebration
Of the Greatness of Allah
O Muhammad, how perfect you are!
When i am sad, i imagine you
For you make me happy
You draw my way back to Allah
And envelope me
With love i will never deserve
I feel secure
I feel relieved, too
To find you always
When i look for you
I go to you when i am
Suffocating in darkness
Illusions devastate my state
I try, in vain
My head continues
Where is the brightness?
It is in you
O Most Beautiful Lotus
In a meaningful cave, i imagine us
My poor self
Looking into your eyes, O Mother
And start weeping
But the tears
Aren’t imagination
They flow from my
Dusty eyes
These love tears,
Roll even more
When i image you, Dear Beloved
Holding my mother’s hands and laughing
In that same meaningful cave
I fall down,
Admiring
The only thing i would hear
Is your perfect melodic voice
Telling dust:
“Welcome home”
I would want this moment to be
All that i remember
All that i see and hear
All that occupies my
Heart and mind
I would go on and pray
To lose my sight and hearing peacefully
Simply lose everything
But have increased my love
For you
My Dearest Prophet
I imagine you also,
In the middle of the Prophetic row
In the middle of the Important ones
Walking in front of me
Present are those who
Want to be there
I mostly fantasize this
When i walk back to my
Impermanent home
After a day wishing to love you more
Than the day before
Spent in the middle of distractions
But in reality,
In the middle of where God
Wanted me to be
When i walk without seeing other but you, O Father
Joy God puts in me
Reaches people in the streets
I can tell they wonder:
“How can she be so happy?”
When the answer is so simple:
Even dust is permanently in the greatest presence
Some may believe
That my eyes never saw you,
O Messenger of God
So that i can’t imagine you
But they forget that
Every night
Our pure souls gather
To praise together
Allah
-Your farthest girl who wants to love you more
