re-awakened muslimah

WHY, REFUGEE? bismillahir rahman irraheem when innocence is crushed and left mangled, a refugee is made. when bombs indicate form of life, a refugee is made. when smoke rises from fires not chimneys, a refugee is made. when home is within bomb shelters, refugees are made. when sleeplessness and hunger infest children, a refugee is made. when we sleep while they cry, a refugee is made. when we celebrate life and they delight in mere survival, a refugee is made. when we shake our heads in mortification, and they stand firm in the face of adversity. when we shed tears in our pillows, and they straighten their backs to toil on grim faced. when our sleep is fitful out of fear, and they only rest when laid to do so. that.... that is when we make a refugee!

SOLITUDE BISMILLAHIR RAHMANIR RAHEEM Solitude, a lonely word?  Solitude is time with the waves crashing aginst the shore; it is the time I get with chirping birds, and glittering stars, and sunshine, and grass... it is when I am with my Self! I have my thoughts, and my feelings; solitude is really me surrounded...  enveloped... swathed in joy... cocooned in warmth... immersed in the Self!

WHAT GOES ON WITHIN bismillahir rahmanir raheem the fluttering heart- a compass, the flighty soul- a dervish. the world, a sea, rising, falling, swallowing. the whirling dervish, builds storms; angers birds; upsets life. the compass,  wavers and struggles. struggles to find a path, a direction, in the endless ocean. fate plays its hand. comes sunshine and calm. the dervish rests. fate looks on and smiles.